“Good,” said Sid.
“But you still have to help Lizzie out as well.”
“But…” tried to argue Sid.
“After all it is part of the giantish conspiracy that she fails.”
“Oh all right Author,” relented Arthur, “we will do it, but we do want a proper cup of coffee first.”
Suddenly two cups of proper coffee appeared in front of Sid and Arthur, thunk there by the power of the Author’s imagination.
“His imagination is better than Star Trek replicators,” commented Sid as he sipped his coffee with two sugars.
“This is not fair!” griped D’ark as he threw the script across the other side of his dressing room, “You’ve changed the script. How am I supposed to…”
“To what?” I asked.
“Erm…”
“Kill them off?”
“Erm, no, I mean erm, how am I supposed to keep to a deadline and all that.”
