“It’s a shitty movie, Rome,” Jeannie Stokes, the director of Cop with a Side of Robot, declared standing next to the new set that was just completed, her hands on her hips. “It’s a shitty script, a shitty concept. Everything about it is shitty, shitty, shitty, Rome.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” he muttered, looking at the robot in front of him as if it was a plate full of vegetables he had to eat before he could get up from the table.
“We both know that. But… we’ve got to get through it. We can’t move on to less shittier projects until we’re done with this particular shitshow.”
He shook his head. “That’s what I’m telling you, Jeannie. You may get to go on to do something less shittier when this is all over, but I will be stuck in this revolving door of s**t for the next nine movies.”
