-chapter 3-
[Mort is walking back in the woods. He sees Shooter standing by his car a little ways down]
Mort: Not you again...
Shooter: HEY THERE MORTY POO!
Authoress: MINE! RAAAAWWWWWWRRR! [punches Shooter then vanishes]
Shooter: oww [rubs arm] Now. About my story.
Tom Greenleaf: HI! [ waves ]
Mort: I published mine before you. So NYEAH!
Shooter: Where's yer proof?
Mort: In a magazine. A magazine in my wife's house in New York.
Shooter: [to himself] better torch it just in case..
Mort: whats that now?
Shooter: I'LL GET YOU! AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO!
-that night-
Mort: nappy time....yet again. This is proof I have no life. [snore]
-Mort's Dream-
[Mort falls out of sofa into a lake. Mort wakes up on floor]
Mort: I must be thirsty [runs to grab a glass of water]
[Mort's door is open. A note is taped to the wall]
Mort: [grabs flashlight and starts outside] Aww. My lights broken. Now I have to call an electrician. [walks over to note]
Note: 7 days. Look down.
Mort: [looks down at other note]
Other note: oh yeah. And I got your dog.
[ Chico is lying in heap...gosh I hate this part....with screwdriver]
Mort: [sees Chico] AND he killed Chico? Does he have any idea how expensive it is to get an electrician out here??! DAMN YOU SHOOOOTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
[Mort is walking back in the woods. He sees Shooter standing by his car a little ways down]
Mort: Not you again...
Shooter: HEY THERE MORTY POO!
Authoress: MINE! RAAAAWWWWWWRRR! [punches Shooter then vanishes]
Shooter: oww [rubs arm] Now. About my story.
Tom Greenleaf: HI! [ waves ]
Mort: I published mine before you. So NYEAH!
Shooter: Where's yer proof?
Mort: In a magazine. A magazine in my wife's house in New York.
Shooter: [to himself] better torch it just in case..
Mort: whats that now?
Shooter: I'LL GET YOU! AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO!
-that night-
Mort: nappy time....yet again. This is proof I have no life. [snore]
-Mort's Dream-
[Mort falls out of sofa into a lake. Mort wakes up on floor]
Mort: I must be thirsty [runs to grab a glass of water]
[Mort's door is open. A note is taped to the wall]
Mort: [grabs flashlight and starts outside] Aww. My lights broken. Now I have to call an electrician. [walks over to note]
Note: 7 days. Look down.
Mort: [looks down at other note]
Other note: oh yeah. And I got your dog.
[ Chico is lying in heap...gosh I hate this part....with screwdriver]
Mort: [sees Chico] AND he killed Chico? Does he have any idea how expensive it is to get an electrician out here??! DAMN YOU SHOOOOTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
