Based on truth.
- INT. APARTMENT – GROONK’S LIVING ROOM
- GROONK sits alone in his apartment. He’s zombified by his TV.
- TV MAN
- (O.S.)
- …and if we take the overdrive oscillator, insert the vibrux sealing rod, and flip the switch to the on position…every bona fide woman on this Earth will spontaneously orgasm.
- TV WOMAN
- (O.S.)
- Oh Doctor, flip the switch. Flip the switch!!
- GROONK
- (to himself)
- Why do I watch this?–I need a switch like that.
- The doorknob twists violently and the door shakes.
- GROONK
- The Fuck?!
- (beat)
- KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
- A startled, angry Groonk opens the door to find a TOMBOYISH DELIVERY GIRL in the hallway. She reminds you of a high school lunch lady mixed with the crazy cat lady on the corner. She’s carrying Chinese takeout.
- DELIVERY GIRL
- Speedy Chin-Easy Pizza!
- The girl looks around the corner into the apartment. Groonk body blocks her view.
- GROONK
- Right. One sec.
- Groonk reaches for a pen on the nearby counter. The delivery girl proceeds to enter the apartment unbidden.
- GROONK
- Woah, Woah, Woah!
- Groonk snatches the food.
- GROONK
- Did I say you could come in here?
- DELIVERY GIRL
- No, but…
- The Delivery Girl fidgets and constantly tries to see inside the room.
- GROONK
- Are cats, dogs, or some other fuzzy creatures falling from the sky in large amounts? Or is it otherwise inclement in any way?
- DELIVERY GIRL
- No, but I…
- Groonk signs the receipt keeping a wary eye on the strange girl. She flashes a toothless smile.
- GROONK
- Do you pay rent here?
- DELIVERY GIRL
- (unsure)
- No?
- Again she try’s to peer past Groonk.
- GROONK
- What business could you possibly have inside my apartment then?
- DELIVERY GIRL
- You have any pez?
- Groonk blankly stares at her.
- SLAM!
And with this Groonk Fiction begins.
Understand that things that happen in Groonk Fiction may sometimes rise with the foot of reality, but will ultimately come down on the foot of ficition.
Also, I had the idea of doing this so that a layperson my be able to read it. After chatting with fellow blogger AJ I’ve decided that just won’t do.
If you’re gonna do it. Do it right in the first place. Then break the rules.
I will drop mini definitions for the random lads and lasses.
Define:
O.S. = Off Screen
