...dark screen with shadows moving in front of a small camp fire. The sound of motor vehicles from off screen getting louder.
Mob scene with villagers holding torches and pitchforks and wooden clubs)
(Pan left-tight focus head shot with crowd in background)
LINE: Heresy, I say! Heresy! Let him burn to cleanse his evil ways!
(pull back-wide shot) Villagers climb aboard waiting trucks with flaming torches held high to illuminate the throng of villagers pouring forth in agitation.
(Overvoiced crowd mumbled threats)
LINE: To Gary's house!
(fade to black)
Just kidding! I find myself using these, too! One in the range box, a few scattered about. Hey-a buck at your local super duper discount store-what's not to love?
All persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental-Vonnegut
97% of the time, I'm right-the other 5% doesn't bother me.
There comes a point in your life that looks just like all the other points you didn't notice either.
If I had a nickel for every dollar I spent on rockets, I'd have more rockets.
You may have had more fun in your life than me, but the chaos was undeniable.