Somewhere, in a darkened server room, a pile of RUMPLED CLOTHING
stirs. This resolves into STEW.
STEW: ...whuh? Whuzzas?
STEW'S HAND gropes around for CIGARETTES and a ZIPPO LIGHTER. They
knock over an empty WINE BOTTLE. The HAND brings a CIGARETTE to STEW's
STEW: Somethting in the air.
In the recesses of the server room, a sensor trips. The alarm it plays
is the unmistakeable sound of Guns'n'Roses. The ZIPPO clings as it's
STEW: Smells like....
AXL: Welcome to the Jungle!
STEW: Piss off. I'm trying to build atmosphere.
The LIT ZIPPO lights a CIG and STEW takes a drag.
On the wall above a rack of TAPE DRIVES hangs MR. HAPPY THE CROWBAR.
It flies to STEW'S outstretched hand. It's cool like that. STEW speaks
into a bright RED CELLPHONE.
STEW: Light the Bastard-signal. Summon the others. Same Bat--err, just
get it done.
TO BE CONTINUED. OR IS IT?