My Ninja skills are beyond your petty comprehension, incompetant.

I have been stuck with the dreary business of coming up with all the nonsense we will have to say during the video, and I will say now I do not like what I am writing. Not one bit.

It's very dry material, like listening to the words of the thirteenth speech in a row from a seventh speaker of the night, so devoid of anything resembling interest that it forms its own genre of boredom. I might describe it as drivel, but even that word is so underused the mere occasion of hearing it could be a conversational topic in itself.

Despite my complete and utterly bewildered disgust for this filth, I shall have to write it anyway, because I need something to show to Brian on Monday. We have, as usual, split the tasks up into thirds. Our great leader will handle storyboarding, I shall write that thing that dare calls itself a script, and Newell, the eight-legged comedian that he is, will have to take care of the moodboards.

Either way, I shall have to do a second draft of the script when I can, because my computer, as we all know, is clearly an extra-terrestrial device sent by aliens to make my personal life miserable and may one day abduct and probe me. In the meantime I will have to make do with school computers, which tend to be very difficult get to, though this may be only because I am extraordinarily fat and lazy.

A question: What kind of dialog would you want from our video? Sarcastic? Factual? Flirtatious, maybe?

Peace out,
Bryan

like brothers on a hotel bed