[Unfortunately, Fukawa has already slotted Felix into a special category wherein she both pays too much attention to what he says, and none at all. Which is why she lights up the second he eschews the money.]

Yes! Yes, I agree wholeheartedly! The c-commodification of the arts into shallow, m-mass-produced cash grabs is an insult to the art of storytelling itself!

[The point--->


Her head --->

She might expand on fight sequences more robustly, but now she's getting distracted. The boy's boat has fallen down the drain and he runs shouting after it, drops to his knees and peers inside.

Then a pair of eyes flash in the sewer.

Fukawa jolts.]

Oh. Um. F-fight scenes, as in...

[Wait wait wait. This is starting to feel familiar.

"Hiya Georgie."

After all, what writer worth their salt hasn't heard of Stephen King?

"Would you like a balloon?"]

NO! T-turn it off! Turn it off! [Fukawa reaches for his device with frantic fingers.] I don't want to watch this anymore!