TBFGK 85
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| Low shot of Parson sitting at the desk, tired, his eyebook closed on the desk in front of him. | [edit] |
| Parson Gotti: *sigh* Time for sleep, Bogroll. | [edit] |
| Wide shot, Bogroll and Parson walking away from the desk across a bridge between two great pits filled with stalagmites. Through the windows we see the night sky. | [edit] |
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Parson Gotti: I'm just... thinking about a lot of big, heavy things. Bogroll: Rocks? Parson Gotti: Reality. Life. Philosophical crap like that. | [edit] |
| Bogroll gestures with his right hand and looks unsure what to make of Parson's statement. | [edit] |
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Bogroll: I suppose I wouldn't know about such things. But if you need some rocks moved, I can do that. | [edit] |
| Bogroll follows Parson through a corridor. | [edit] |
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Parson Gotti: What is life like for you, Bogroll? Bogroll: A mystery, Lord. | [edit] |
| Closeup of Parson and Bogroll in a tunnel, only their faces visible. Bogroll gestures with a hand. | [edit] |
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Parson Gotti: Huh. Me too. Bogroll: But, not an unpleasant one. Not since I came into your service. | [edit] |
| Parson looks back over his shoulder as he opens his chamber door. | [edit] |
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Parson Gotti: Really? Bogroll: Indeed! I was the lowest henchman. Now I serve the Chief Warlord! What more could I want? | [edit] |
| Inside Parson's orange-lit room, in front of his hamster-mouth door, Bogroll leans in to take off Parson's armor as Parson stands with his arms extended out. | [edit] |
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Parson Gotti: Well... what more could you want? Bogroll: Lord? | [edit] |
| Closeup on Bogroll's hands pulling apart the front seam of the armor. | [edit] |
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Parson Gotti: I'm asking. If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be? | [edit] |
| Parson stretches, his back to Bogroll, who looks down at the armor, lost in thought. | [edit] |
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| Backed by a warm yellow glow, resplendent in his Hamstard t-shirt, hands clasped behind his back, Bogroll stands straight with a hint of a smile. | [edit] |
| Bogroll: To save your life, my Lord. | [edit] |
| Parson stares at Bogroll in shock. | [edit] |
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| Parson walks silently off to his bed. Bogroll watches him go. A stuffed gwiffon looks down from the wall. | [edit] |
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| Parson lies in bed in the foreground, looking out of the corner of his eye. Bogroll looks over at him. | [edit] |
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Bogroll: Was that wrong? I almost said, "a strawberry cake..." Parson Gotti: Good night, Bogroll. | [edit] |
