Author's Note: After a nice break, I decided to go back to writing again. I hope you still like my stuff.
Panel 1: Establishing shot of Sharky Burger as Colin and a middle-aged white-haired man (Oliver) in an Armani suit with a passing resemblance to Ed Asner sit across from each other at a table. Colin doesn’t look too pleased being here as the other man takes some stuff out of his briefcase. Above them is a missing children’s poster with Hawkins’s picture on it with the words, “Missing: James Hawkins. Please bring back so he can be properly punished.”
Oliver: I’m glad you could come here, Mr. Cowel.
Colin: You’re welcome, but did you have to pick this—place?
Oliver: I wanted to make sure it one your clanmates wouldn’t be at.
Panel 1: Colin looks at him with a bit of suspicion as Oliver remains calm as he tries to put it as best as he can.
Colin: What in the bloody hell are you talking about?
Oliver: You see your father didn’t exactly, how do I put this, “leave on the best of terms”.
Colin: Get to the point, Oliver.
Panel 2: Oliver takes out the letter he was searching for, handing it to Colin.
Oliver: Given some bad investments, we pretty much had to rewrite the will.
Panel 3: Colin begins reading the letter outloud with a neutral look his face.
Colin: Dear Colin, I am sorry it has had to be this way. Apparently age does not always lead to wisdom and I am forced to hand the following debts over to you…
Panel 4: Colin’s mood grows a little angrier as he continues reading.
Colin: Fifty thousand in the production of the Virtual Boy, one million for the movie, Waterworld…
Panel 5: Gripping the letter tight enough to wrinkle it, Colin’s mood gets only worse.
Colin: Two million in the production of New Coke.
Panel 6: Colin’s hands are shaking in rage as he reads the last line. Oliver’s looking a little scared, trying to look away and figure out an escape plan. Ghoub is walking by them with a plateful of food from the salad bar, facing Colin and ignorant of what's going on.
Colin: One thousand a month in hush money to the student intern I knocked up.
NOTE: BTW my friend did another scene from my first story: http://rynnrossa.livejournal.com/17928.html
Panel 1: A split panel. One with Colin looking up at Ghoub on the left side with the right one with Ghoub looking at him, both of them have looks that read, “Could it be?”
Panel 2: Snapping back into reality, Colin returns to his letter as Ghoub shrugs his shoulders and moves on.
Colin: Anyway. I’m sure I could auction off father’s summer home and some of his belongings.
Panel 3: Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news, Oliver tries to put this as best as he can.
Oliver: We already did. Those are the debts you still owe.
Panel 4: Pissed that these debts are not going away anytime soon, Colin turns to Oliver as his last hope. Oliver just looks at his pocket watch as a burden is soon to be lifted from him.
Colin: I’m sure you can come up with something. You’re our clan’s lawyer; you’ve gotten us out of worse.
Oliver: Sorry to tell you but as of now I’m not your lawyer any more.
Panel 5: Finally free of the Uppers, Oliver is in the process of ignoring Colin’s shock and getting something out of his briefcase.
Oliver: Never again will I have to put up with you or the rest of your clan of stuck-up, spoiled brats, covering your behinds and listening to your tantrums. I am finally free…
Panel 6: Donning a gold chain necklace with two glow sticks dangling in the front, a rush of freedom and happiness overcomes Oliver. Colin just sighs, believing the man has gone insane.
Oliver: To pursue my dream as a techno musician.
Panel 1: Colin tries to talk some sense into him, but Oliver could care less as he takes his briefcase off the table.
Colin: You’re a classically trained musician, Oliver.
Oliver: I know, but the day you sent me to serve Junkz that noise ordinance changed my life.
Panel 2: A blissful look appears on his face as he reminisces over the beauty of techno.
Oliver: Never have I heard such beautiful music.
Panel 3: He is just about to leave as Colin sighs, realizing that the man is beyond help.
Oliver: And with DJ Korr promising to teach me everything he knows, my life finally has meaning.
Panel 4: Colin pokes at his food, fuming over what's been piled on him.
Colin Thought: Great, first Allen and now that wanker. As if that symphonized garbage actually counts as music. It’s just what you get when you let the common people make their own decisions.
Panel 5: Just then, an idea pops into his head.
Colin Thought: If only the masses would listen to us…Wait a minute.
Panel 6: He starts to get a little more excited with each word.
Colin Thought: But what if I were to create a show that told them what to like. I could open it to the public and even let them vote (to an extent), making them think they’re actually in control.
Panel 7: Tossing some clintz onto the table, Colin hops out of his seat.
Colin Thought: Then I’ll sponge off the winner and not have to pay a thing. To hell with those critics, I'm a genius.