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EXTERIOR SHOT OF SUBURBAN HOUSE. POPTARTCLOCK STANDS AT THE DOOR.

[PopTart presses doorbell]

INTERIOR SHOT, PORCH OF HOME. SATELLITECLOCK ANSWERS DOOR.

POP: Well, Satellite, I made it. Despite your directions.

STLT: Ah, Pop-TartClock, Welcome! I hope you're ready for an unforgettable Luncheon!

POP: Hrmm.

DINING AREA. DOOR TO KITCHEN VISIBLE, TABLE WITH TWO CHAIRS IN MIDDLE OF ROOM.

[PopTart places wine on table, sits]

[Satellite walks through kitchen door]

SNAPZOOM FROM KITCHEN DOOR TO OVEN, SMOKE BILLOWING FROM WITHIN. WINDOW PLACED ABOVE COUNTERTOP

STLT: GASP!

INTERIOR SHOT FROM OVEN, ORANGE VISIBLE THROUGH DOOR

[Satellite runs to oven]

STLT: Egads! My $500 Steak is ruined!

CAMERA SHOWS SATELLITE STAND-UP FROM OVEN, BESIDE WINDOW

STLT: I'm getting the fuck out of here

SATELLITE HASTILY EXITS THROUGH WINDOW, FLEES

EXTERIOR SHOT OF HOME ABLAZE
FRAME DARKENS, BLACK 50% OPACITY

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The Fire raged on, spreading from the kitchen to engulf the entire household.
PopTartClock was severely burned but cannot die and thusly recovered Quickly.

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SatelliteClock fled Clocktopia, and now lives in remenants of the Newgrounds BBS under the name Vladimir Lestrade.

FADE IN, IMAGE OF SATELLITECLOCK WITH CARTOONISHLY LARGE MOUSTACHE

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