FRIDAY, 27TH NOVEMBER, 2009
CHANNEL 4 HEADQUATERS
SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND I CAN'T BE BOTHERED GOOGLING
2200 HOURS
? : Are we all satisfied?
Executive : Satisfied with what?
? : Satisfied with the deal!
Executive : Yes, yes.
? : So you will sell your shares?
Executive : Of course.
? : What do you mean of course, is Channel 4 even a public company?
Executive : I'm not sure, but for the sake of the narrative, let's assume it is. Does the pope **** in the woods?
? : What?
Executive : Nothing.
? : And the creative control?
Executive : All yours, of course.
? : Then you may have your money. Me? I'm driven by more things than money.
Executive : Such as?
? : Down on your knees.
Executive : Now? Here?
? : I don't see the complications that you do, obviously. I called a meeting between the network executive and my humble self for no apparent reason on a weekend night at ten.
Executive : I see. Well, let me use the bathroom first.
? : As you wish. Just one more thing...
Executive : Yes?
? : From now on, you are my minion, and so are your co-workers.
Minion : Understood. Just hand me the money.
? : Come here, you tiger. Channel Four is mine now.
Minion : Just before we start, uh...
? : ...first time?
Minion : Not at all!
? : Not at all?
Minion : No, it's just, you know, your creative commitments start with Celebrity Big Brother, in January.
? : Celebrity Big Brother? Whats that then?
*SCENE FADES OUT, SCENES OF FORBIDDEN LUST OCCUR AS HIGH UP IN CHANNEL FOUR TOWERS, A WINDOW GETS QUIET FOGGY.*