Paul called up Daemon Joe, his banker.
"Joe here, how can i help you paul?" Joe's image was an avatar of an electric star in a pinstripe suit and silk tie. It bobbed around the trex's screen like an animate bowl of gelatin. Pulsating music was in the background. The interface simply screamed bountiful credits.
"Joe, my food supply has gone to dust. What's the story?"
"Seems here, Paul, that you aren't budgeting too well. My advice: don't live beyond your means."
PROBABLY UNNECESSARY DISCLAIMER: This is satire. I am not a racist. But if you are easily offended by the use of ridiculous stereotypes regardless of context, you'd better not read any further.
INT. OFFICE BUILDING - OFFICE
The man, MR UNRACIST, is waiting for the man whose office this is.
Finally, a white business man wearing makeup to make him appear vaguely asian emerges from
the door and approaches him.
This is my favorite scene from a zombie movie script I've been working on for a couple years. The characters are
1. GUY DOWAN, on the run after losing his more competent comrade to a zombie/creature/thing. I'm imagining him as kind of a combination of Edward Norton in Fight Club and a straight Jon Stewart (if you can imagine such a thing).
2. STEVE THE DRIVER, who first appears in this scene. He is named after Steve Buscemi, who would be my first choice to play the character.
3. BLEARGH, a zombie named for his single line in a previous scene.