Galaxy sits between three women in wacky, bright clothes. She looks nervous.
Director (off-camera):
Okay, ready? Hey Galaxy, where's your costume?
Galaxy:
Do I *have* to wear it?
Director:
Just for this shot. I promise.
With a sigh, Galaxy dons a dark purple turban type hat and a green robe thing.
Galaxy (mutters):
I feel so silly like this!
Director:
Okay . . . action!
Woman #1:
Do you have questions about your life? Do you need advice? The Psychic Friends can help!
Woman #2:
That's right! And now you can get five minutes *absolutely free*!
Galaxy (without much energy):
What a bargain!
Woman #3:
Let's take a caller!
Voice of a caller:
Hi . . . Wow, I'm so excited to be calling!
Woman #2:
Hi there! I sense that you're worried about your boyfriend.
Caller:
You are SO right! I think he might be cheating on me . . .
Galaxy:
No he's not.
Woman #1 (ignoring Galaxy):
Well, I think you already know . . . you already have the evidence.
Galaxy:
But he's not!
Caller (ignoring Galaxy):
*gasp* How did you know?
Woman #1, #2, and #3:
SHE'S A PSYYYYYCHIC!
Galaxy:
*groan*
Voice of a different caller:
I'm calling with regards to my job . . .
The three women nudge Galaxy, who hesitates a moment before speaking.
Galaxy:
I . . . sense that you have blue wallpaper in your office. With stripes.
Caller:
Uh . . . well, yeah . . .
Women #3:
Errr . . . and you're going on a trip soon!
Caller:
Whoa, you hit the nail right on the head! I was just about to go out for lunch! How could you possibly know???
Galaxy:
Because it's 11:50.
Woman #1, #2, and #3:
SHE'S A PSYYYYYCHIC!
Galaxy:
. . .
Several minutes of excrutiating overacting (from the women) and icy glares (from Galaxy) follow on the set. After the commercial is done, Galaxy approaches the director.
Galaxy:
So . . . what are you going to do about the fire?
Director (confused):
What??
Galaxy:
You know--the fire on the set. What are you going to do about it?
Director:
But the set isn't on fire!
Galaxy:
It will be a few minutes.
Director:
How do you know? *GASP* I'll call the fire department!!
He runs off. A few sparks dance around Galaxy's horn as she smiles.
Galaxy:
Call it . . . a premonition.