Teaser Trailer

Fade in to two spacedockworkers (fuck you, it's a word)
P.A. System:
For eighth departure, final call.
Jerry:
Hey Dennis; weren't we supposed to uh, be doing something at like four?
Dennis:
Well, yeah dude, didn't you hear about those guys?
Jerry:
What guys?
Dennis:
I don't know, those sim-trooper guys.
Jerry:
Okay...
Dennis:
They were like these criminals that helped track down that evil dude with the secret organization.
Jerry:
Okay.
Dennis:
And they fought robots, and evil A.I.s and bounty hunters and there was that one big guy that was like waaaah! and they threw him off a cliff and one of them died, a b- a bunch and another guy that was bad, then good, and- oh there, there were ghosts, but uh after all that they were like, pardoned and stuff.
Jerry:
Just get to the point!
Dennis:
Sooo, they were going to be transported back home.
Jerry:
Dennis.
Dennis:
Jerry.
Jerry:
I love you.
Dennis:
Oh, kay. What?
Jerry:
You are my friend.
Dennis:
I know.
Jerry:
I enjoy our tête-à-têtes.
Dennis:
Our what-a-whats?
Jerry:
But if you, do not tell me what the hell, this has to do with us, in the next five seconds, I, am going to shoot you!
Dennis:
Hey, I was getting there! They were going to be transported back home, on a bigass ship, and it was supposed to stop by for refuelling today. Okay?
Jerry:
Oh. ...So then, uh, where are they?
Cut to Caboose, Tucker, Wash, Sarge, Simmons and Grif standing outside looking at a downed ship
Caboose:
Not my fault.
Tucker:
Absolutely, your fault.
Sarge:
Heh heh heh. Well, looks like we're gonna be here a while; better build some bases. Grif, Simmons, let's get to work.
Simmons:
Yes Sir!
Grif:
Uough, work? I hate work. Work is the worst.
Washington:
I think I'm going to regret this.
 

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