Okay, so I thought I’d post earlier than usual to avoid the end of the week pile up. Anyway, yeah…blame this one on sleep deprivation. Mad Max meets, well, a freakshow, if you will. Don’t know if its funny, but its definitely strange. Come to think of it, was that really a stamp I licked the other day…
[fountain]
EXT. OPEN FIELD – MIDWESTERN UNITED STATES – NIGHT
An ANGRY MOB of dirty and nearly emaciated men, wearing potato sacks, carrying farm implements, and brandishing torches, march up to an open field. As the group stops, COLIN, the leader of the mob, emerges carrying a pitchfork. He stands tall and looks at the hill in the distance.