EXT. ON SET. NIGHT
Emilia Clarke and David Ellison are talking while in the background ARNIE is filming with green motion-tracking balls all over his old man body.
Yes, Edward Furlong.
You got it. He just wanted to be a teen. Have his own life while his mom was telling him who to be. No Fate But What We Make. Sarah in this film just wants to be herself and get out from under her overbearing father.
He's a terminator, a cyborg, but yes. It's about parents. About dads.
So I'm Edward Furlong?
David, this is bullshit. Yoo promised me no more claiiming!
As they begin to argue the camera pans back and we see a shadowy part of the studio backlot. Lightning crackles. Papers swirl with an unnatural wind. A time orb forms, cutting through part of a golf cart. Nobody notices as the Shadowy Studio Head steps out. His eyes are definitely glowing. He steps forward a little more and his identity is revealed....
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
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