Empty Box Of Pixels

I have to go into London tomorrow, as I’ve been instructed to meet a producer. Sometimes my agent talks to me as if she has some kind of remote-operated Destructo-Ray Projector in my office that’ll burn off one of my balls if I disobey her instructions. But she speaks with such confidence that I start to worry that she does actually have some kind of remote-operated Destructo-Ray Projector in my office, and so I go to the meeting.

So it’ll be all quiet here until tomorrow night.

7 thoughts on “Empty Box Of Pixels”

  1. you could just move your phone out of the office… then you can laugh and say you are not there and hope the ray is not actually in your belt buckle…

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