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The camera fades in on Jo, asleep in a leather recliner, wearing a sweat stained blue green shirt and khaki shorts, various fast food containers are strewn about the floor. On Jo’s shirt is a scattering of corn chip crumbs.

He snores for a few moments. A stick comes in from off camera. It pokes him in the nose. His snoring is momentarily interrupted, but resumes quickly. It pokes again. No reaction. It begins to jab him repeatedly in the stomach. Nothing. A man in headphones walks on camera and shakes him violently.

Still nothing

Director: Geez, How long has he been out?

Voice of Cameraman: Fifteen hours.

Director: How are we supposed to get him up?

Voice of Cameraman: I don’t know… improvise.

Director: With what?

The camera slowly pans over to a wall completely covered with implements of destruction. Near the center is a large stun gun with the words “alarm clock” written with whiteout on the handle.

Director: You’ve got to be kidding. I do NOT have time for this.

The director applies the stun gun to the Adam’s apple.

The body shakes violently. Silence . . . then more snoring.

Director: Now what?

Voice of Cameraman: Try someplace more sensitive.

The director looks to the stun gun, then to Jo.

Director: You might not want to show this.

The camera turns away. Zapping and creaming is heard. The camera returns to find a dazed looking Jo, smoke rising from his crotch.

Jo: What the heck do you
want?!?!?!?!?

Director: Joseph Lallo?

Jo: You zap a guy in the crotch with 12,000 volts you better darn well know who he is. I sure hope I can still have kids.

Director: You had a promo schedueled for now.

Jo: I’m in a fed again?

Director: Yes, the UWF.

Jo: Is that still around?

Director: Around again.

Jo: Who am I fighting?

Director: Tex Dakota.

Jo: Feh, You woke me up for that? Get the heck out of here!

The cameraman and director rush from the room. Jo picks up the stun gun. He looks left, then right. He pushes the camera to the side.

Jo: (ZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPP!)WHOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Yeah! That’s the stuff.

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