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(It's still the same story.Let's just pick up where we left off like nothing happened.)
"I got an errand for you,Brail."
"Oh,great, toilets again? You know there's bloody tampons in there and some bitch is shooting up.I didn't hire on just to be a cleaning lady.I can just as easily sling hash down at the diner,Roger."
"No,baby,nothing like that today.It's Mr Piddy."
"That old actor with the space show? I used to watch it when I was a kid."
"Yeah,well,the network wants him gone.His ratings just ain't there anymore and they're gonna replace him with a soap."
"What's it got to do with me?"
"I was thinking it would be a lot better if it came from you,a pretty girl and all."
"Oh,fuck,man,you mean I have to go in there and tell him his life's over? Why me,Roger?"
"Because I'm expecting a call.I can't go.It's your job,babe."
"Godamn you,man-"
Then the phone rang and Roger picked it up and dismissed her with a wave.
She nearly slammed the door on her way out but thought better of it.
Getting a job at a local tv station was really cool and she didn't want to risk getting fired by her so called boyfriend.
Waiting tables wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
At least here she was in show business.
Poor Mr. Piddy.Thirty five years of doing the Space Hour and now he was out in the street.She'd had a few stints selling laundry detergent and playing the daughter of some guy in a life insurance commercial but other than that there was nothing.There was that one guy who wanted her to do a girlie flick,but she wasn't that desperate yet.Pornographic films meant you gave up on acting and just wanted the money.Her parents were dead so she didn't have to worry about them.It's just that she wanted to be recognized as an actress,not some chick getting banged by the pizza guy.
The only thing going for her was her dog back in the flat on Santa Anna.
She'd found him rummaging through the garbage one day and took him home.
She made a mental note to get back there on her lunch hour,he might shit on the floor again if she didn't get back in time.
The door to the studio where Mr Piddy was filming leered at her.
Why me?
Inside it was dark.She could see a figure all the way in the back, standing in front of a styrofoam space control thingamabob.
She wondered what it would be like to give an old actor a blow job? Like that girl in Superchick.Except she ended up handcuffing John Carradine in his own dungeon in that movie.
This would probably give him a heart attack....
A searing pain suddenly tore into her brain and the room turned to static and Brail Collingsworth,studio assistant,found herself in another dimension.
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