Typical. Just typical.

[Oh, that's just LOVELY. Wargs. Thanks a lot.]

So, why is it I don't have some whacked-out shift willing to help me with this Kong re-write? Never a bloody bodysnatcher around when you really NEED one. I need a break. Some ice water, bit of a bite to eat. *trudges off to the kitchen, glances out the window at the back yard*

Okay. That I didn't need to see.

*dials up my next door neighbor*

Hey, George. Yeah, me. So, you still have that shotgun, right? No, I don't want to go hunting. I just want to play Director while YOU go hunting. What? No, not this early in the day, just ice water, I swear.

So, George. Do me a favor and look out your window, at my back yard. *pauses* Yeah, I know you see it. Standing in the geraniums. Now, what I'd like you to do is to just crack your window open quietly, and take your best shot at it. Make it dead. I'll wait.

*a loud shot is heard, followed by another. And another. And one more for good measure*

That's done the trick, George. Thanks. No. You can't have it. It's a prop, George, a bloody animatronic robotic dog thing. It's for a movie, but I wanted to see if it drops realistically. *listens, rubs forehead, nods* Yeah, I know that's not my job, but I love the scary shit, and when I tell WETA I want to dabble, they let me dabble, dammit. Last time I checked, I was the boss.

*walks across kitchen, phone propped on one shoulder, grabbing a can of soup to heat up*

Yeah, George, it's a pain living next door to an eccentric. *laughs* But I don't complain much, do I? Bite me too, George. And thanks for the test drive on the prop. See ya.

*hangs up*

Fuckin hell. I am NOT cleaning that up. Who to call, who to call.

*dials Viggo's number*