Iggy's sleepy eyes begin to open. The first thing he sees on his desk is... nothing.
"That's not right... I swear I..." Iggy mutters, half-asleep.
"MY SCRIPT! WHERE'S MY SCRIPT!?"
He scrambles outside the room and goes to the oval office, nearly tripping on the way there. Anxious as he seems, he keeps his composure, thinking he has been sabotaged.
Iggy's rushed sense of consciousness made him open an already open door.
"Have any of you seen my script!?" Iggy pants.
A smile comes from The Director and Pickle's faces.
"Congratulations, Iggy." The Director cheerfully tells him.
"Uh... what~"
"Your script got a nine, dude!" Pickle adds to the conversation.
Iggy's mouth opens in celebration. His sweat replaced with perseverance, his anxiety replaced with celebration.
With glee in their faces, Iggy and Pickle begin breakdancing.
"Looks like he's worthy, naGran." The Director tells him with a foolish delivery.
"I can't accept this..." naGran says as he begins trembling...
"A nine... from a mere kid like him..." He added.
...
A shotgun from inside the desk closet.
naGran reloads and aims at Iggy.
The celebration stops.
"Don't you dare think you can get away with this~"
"FUCK! SHIT!" Iggy says at the last second.
BANG!
Iggy scrams out of the room, panicking.
"Come back here you little~" naGran says as he chases Iggy out of the room.
BANG!
Pickle blacks out, extremely horrified in the most joker way possible. The Director can't help but gag at his traumatized face.
"naGran, naGran..." The Director says, shaking her head.
Floating endlessly, Pickle regains consciousness.
"HUH!? DIRECTOR! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
"He does that to his staff every time they make a better character design than him."
"Wow, Father's a bad, bad sport, isn't he...~" Pickle replies...
"WAIT, ENOUGH OF THAT, IGGY'S LIFE IS IN DANGER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST LAUGHING THERE!?" He screams out loud.
"You wanna save the kid?" The director asks.
"...Of course I do, what kind of stupid question is that?"
"Consider this your first mission. Follow me."
Meanwhile, Iggy continuously treks down the corridor, passing through the conference room. Tired and frail, the head with a bald head keeps screwing everyone off.
"Screw the education system... Screw the two-party system..."
He's one drunk ass motherfucker. Err, he's actually just tired of brainstorming too much.
RULE 4: DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF!
naGran comes inside the conference room.
"Hands in the air; Who the hell saw a kid with dreadlocks pass by here?"
CZYTASZ
Follow Me!
HumorTwo friends, Iggy and Pickle, travel the world to follow and defeat a foe that is shaping their world to his liking.
