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The director clapped his hands loudly as he called, "Ok people, lets look at the script." The script was handed out by a extremely short, flatulent person, and the director turned to Dallas and said, Ok, this is the scene where you die, I want you to ... " Dallas interrupted the director and whined, "But don't wanna die!"

The director sighed as he said," That's too bad. You are going to die in this scene, and your going to like doing it." Dallas' lower lip trembled, and he whimpered, "But I don't wanna." He suddenly burst out bawling to the directors apparent annoyance. Bob ran over to him from somewhere and soothed him saying, "There there, Dallas, It'll be OK, you'll see."

The Director groaned loudly as he said, "Bob get off the set, your supposed to be dead!" Bob glared at the director as he snapped, "And your being a jerk ... you jerk. Quit bullying Dallas!"

Dallas continued to sob loudly, " ... Don't wanna ... " Bob patted him on the back as he said, "I know tough guy. Hey, After the shoot we can make it up by watching Mister Rodger and playing with your stuffed bear Mister Cuddles, OK?" Dallas sniffled as he said, "OK."

The director sighed aloud and he said, "Where's Cherry and Johnny." He sighed again, and waked over to a janitors closet. He opened the door, and face-palmed when he saw the two making out. "The things I have to deal with.", He grumbled to himself.


I fixed it up a bit. Bob, I didn't think about writing more, but I will write at least one chapter.