GUY RAPHAELSON:
((Guy is happily excited about moving into Lucise's trailer. For one thing, he's much closer to the center of the set; it should make his job a lot more easier. Lucise even had a spare dresser that Guy was neatly packing his clothing in. Guy stole a glance to the queen-size bed in the center of the room and felt his cheeks burning. He shakes his head with a smile and a gleam in his eye.))
RRRRIIINNNGGGG! RRRIIINNNGGGG!
((Guy quickly reaches over to his phone on top of the dresser. He hoped Lucise was calling from.... wherever he was.))
**Hello? Guy Raphaelson.**
GUY'S BOSS:
**Mr. Raphaelson.... What are you doing on that goddamn set?!!!**
GUY ((blushing fiercely)):
**Um, well right now, I'm helping to prepare a wedding, it'll be a great publicity event.**
GUY'S BOSS:
**Our sales are plummeting!!! We haven't sold a thing in the past 24 hours except a goddamn set of postcards! Find out what the hell is going on and fix it!**
GUY ((gulps)):
**Sure thing!**
GUY'S BOSS: ((CLICK))
((Guy quickly scans through the last events of the performance... a disastrous sense of shock washing over him.))
((Guy makes his way to the filming station and presents this general announcement to the audience.))
** Thank you for watching our bonus clip from "Invasion of the Extracinematic Entities". We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.**