INT. OMINOUS MEGLOMANIACAL BOARDROOM – NIGHT

A vast room, in darkness but for a single cone of light that illuminates GEORGE at the head of a long table. A row of execs sit in the shadows along each side. Their chairs are considerably shorter than George’s.

GEORGE

Maybe we can put some aliens in it. Worked with Crystal Skull.

NERVOUS EXEC #1

Erm. They’re already aliens, sir. All of them.

George flashes him a beardy scowl. The exec flinches; draws back into his chair.

No one speaks for a while.

GEORGE

Come on. Christ! I have to do everything around here. How do we re-release Phantom Menace and make it even shittier? We did it with the first three dozens of times. We have to be able to get these prequels shittied-up too. Think, you bastards!

No one wants to make eye-contact.

NERVOUS EXEC #2

Sir? The problem is, Phantom Menace is already so incredibly shitty that it’s hard to see how it could be given more stank. We call it the Jar-Jar-Effect. Phantom is already perfectly shitty. Right first time sir, if I may be so bold.

GEORGE

Don’t suck up, Barry.

NERVOUS EXEC #2

Actually, it’s Alan, sir.

GEORGE

No! It’s Barry!

Alan/Barry clears his throat.

BARRY

Barry. Yes sir.

GEORGE

Good boy, Mike. Look, what about Ackbar as a teenage-punk, dressed as James Dean on a motorcycle? Can we CGI that in somehow?

Two rows of silhouettes look everywhere but at George.

GEORGE

You guys suck! Seriously, you’re sucking all the freaking midichlorians out of the room.

He grows quiet-

Then smug.

He leans forward. He’s onto something.

The atmosphere in the room charges.

Execs tense-

Expectant-

GEORGE

3D.

Silence.

And then-

Applause. Growing. Building. Rapturous.