INT. CINEMA, FORTRESS MAMEA -- DAY
Our PET WRITER feeds Mallowpuffs into his mouth at a concerning rate of knots considering his age while he watches the TELEVISION:
A Hero-type opens a door where a Villian-type greets them, pistol in hand. Hero-type reaches for the sky.
... No funny business.
The image FREEZES as our Pet Writer pauses playback.
“Oh fuh buhnuh”?
He almost chokes -- remembers to swallow rest of Mallowpuff biscuit.
Our Pet Writer kills the playback altogether and the television goes black.
“NO. FUNNY. BUSINESS”?
I get it.
Cliches are comforting, they’re a short hand, they’re a —
But there are limits.