an inker? what, like you trace?
i don't see 'em. where are they?
look at this shit. a gay hood ornament, and the color purple.
who the fuck am i? i'm the fucking director, is who i am. chaka luther king. the creator of all of this.
and i'm stealing it. i'm taking it back for all the shit you people have stolen from us! did you know, i came up with the idea for sesame street before pbs? i was going to call it n.w.p.--niggaz with puppets. alright--enough small talk. let's shoot it.
i'll be directing you to the food stamps line after i fire your ass, if you talk back like that to me again!
so? neither did i. shit, neither did the studio. look man, it's not hard. in this scene, the bad guy breaks into the bluntcave. you make up some shit, fight him for a while, i film it, i yell "cut," and then head back to my trailer, where i got more white women waiting for me there than the first lifeboat off the titanic! they all want a part of the movie, and i got just the part for 'em.
let's roll with the new!
action!
damn! now that was one special effect! this picture's gonna make house party look like house party two!
shut the fuck up!
i think george lucas is going to sue somebody--
yo!
would any of you lovely ladies like a private audition to be in my movie?
a shitload of white people with guns? time to get my black ass out of here!