A BUNCH OF STUFF

rejectiondemons:

INT. RECORD STORE - STOCK ROOM - LATER

Rob is on his knees, opening boxes with a razor knife.  He
talks to us as he works.

                         ROB
            I'm sick of the sight of this
            place, to be honest.  Some days I'm
            afraid --

Dick sticks his head in the door, looks at Rob, looks where
Rob is looking (camera), and retreats back through the door.
Rob continues.

                         ROB
            I'm afraid I'll go berserk, rip the
            Elvis Costello mobile from the
            ceiling, throw the "Country Artists
            Male A-K" rack out onto the streets,
            go off to work in a Virgin Megastore
            and never come back --

High Fideli-Fridays

High Fideli-Fridays.

High Fideli-Fridays.

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