Post by Lawnmower Jones on Feb 22, 2007 1:30:46 GMT -5
(The scene opens with a shot of a farmland. Lawnmower Jones is in the scene, but not as a person, but instead a cow. Jones’s face is on the cow’s body, and the cow’s spots are red. The grass in the background is brown, dying obviously. Lawnmower Jones-Cow is alone in the long stretch of land.)
LJC: Precipitation falls when one is doomed.
(Great globs of water begin falling onto the grass. The water is purple colored. As it comes down, it splatters onto the grass, causing it to get muddier than it was before. Suddenly, an Egyptian Pharaoh dances into the scene, moving his arms in the Egyptian dance that has become somewhat synonymous with the country. The Pharaoh takes a seat, sitting Indian style, next to Jones-Cow.)
Egyptian: You’ve been bad, cow. It’s time to milk you for what you’re worth.
LJC: Moo!
(The Pharaoh begins milking Jones, but instead of milk or cum, nickels come out.)
LCJ: My pain!
Pharaoh: Profit margins are skyrocketing!
(The Pharaoh laughs as Jones moo’s in agony. Jones begins stamping the back of his hind legs. As the Pharaoh continues laughing, Jones-Cow winds up and kicks the Pharaoh in the kisser, knocking him backwards. The Pharaoh begins rolling backwards, with his legs still crossed Indian style. He begins shouting, but his voice trails off. Jones-Cow begins to turn back into a human being, with his body transforming. Before he can finish, a short man walks into the scene with a shotgun and cocks it.)
Short Man: Well, at least we got what we needed.
(The man shoots the gun. The bullet travels at a slow velocity and gets bigger and bigger by the second. Just as it’s about to hit Jones, the scene cuts to Jones sitting up in his bed. Jones is sweating wearing cow pajamas. He looks to the side and looks at the alarm clock, which reads 10:15. Jones breathes heavily as he gets up and the scene fades to black.)
LJC: Precipitation falls when one is doomed.
(Great globs of water begin falling onto the grass. The water is purple colored. As it comes down, it splatters onto the grass, causing it to get muddier than it was before. Suddenly, an Egyptian Pharaoh dances into the scene, moving his arms in the Egyptian dance that has become somewhat synonymous with the country. The Pharaoh takes a seat, sitting Indian style, next to Jones-Cow.)
Egyptian: You’ve been bad, cow. It’s time to milk you for what you’re worth.
LJC: Moo!
(The Pharaoh begins milking Jones, but instead of milk or cum, nickels come out.)
LCJ: My pain!
Pharaoh: Profit margins are skyrocketing!
(The Pharaoh laughs as Jones moo’s in agony. Jones begins stamping the back of his hind legs. As the Pharaoh continues laughing, Jones-Cow winds up and kicks the Pharaoh in the kisser, knocking him backwards. The Pharaoh begins rolling backwards, with his legs still crossed Indian style. He begins shouting, but his voice trails off. Jones-Cow begins to turn back into a human being, with his body transforming. Before he can finish, a short man walks into the scene with a shotgun and cocks it.)
Short Man: Well, at least we got what we needed.
(The man shoots the gun. The bullet travels at a slow velocity and gets bigger and bigger by the second. Just as it’s about to hit Jones, the scene cuts to Jones sitting up in his bed. Jones is sweating wearing cow pajamas. He looks to the side and looks at the alarm clock, which reads 10:15. Jones breathes heavily as he gets up and the scene fades to black.)
