Hey guys! I am writing this entry from my Wii!

This hilarious video had me in tears at some points when I watched it on Friday night, immediately after watching 28 Days Later and just before playing Resident Evil 4 (The Mercenaries).

Saturday I watched the remake of Dawn of the Dead, which was pretty good. Tonight I might watch Shaun of the Dead.

October is horror movie month at Shaun Hatton Land. But zombies are pretty fun year-round.

This is not actually part of the movie’s script. But I think the very idea of this movie is so absurd that a scene just like this could actually fit in. I really wish I was contacted to write the real script. I wish I was contacted to write any script for that matter.

FADE IN

INTERIOR: FLIGHT 121-AIRPLANE-DAY

CAMERA TRACKS down the aisle, stopping on SEAT H4. CLOSE UP on SAMUEL L. JACKSON. He is flipping through SKYHIGH MAGAZINE and sipping on his COKE. RACK FOCUS on seat behind him and to his right, SEAT I5. JANGO FETT is sitting in FULL ARMOR, MINUS HELMET. His meal tray is in the DOWN position and his HELMET is on the tray. He is trying to remove a scuff mark from its left side. His son, BOBA FETT, sits beside him, in SEAT I4, directly behind SAMUEL L. JACKSON.

JANGO FETT turns to look at his son, BOBA FETT, who is looking very surly and bored.

Oh-en-daia, Boba. What’s the matter?

I’m so bored. Like, we could have just taken SLAVE I, Dad. At least you could have let me pilot it like I did when I saved you from OBI-WAN.

Do you know how much it costs me to gas that thing up these days? Boba, you have to understand sometimes it’s more economical to take an aeroplane. Especially when you’re trying to lay low, and especially when you haven’t had a bounty contract in four months.

I’m sorry, dad. I know you’re bummed about losing your contract with DARTH TYRANNUS.

SHOT of SAMUEL L. JACKSON, who has overheard the conversation. He cocks his left eyebrow and leans his chair back.

That’s okay, son. You know, some day you will be a great bounty hunter. I know it. You’ve got it in you.

Thanks, dad.

No problem, my boy.

SAMUEL L. JACKSON removes his seat belt and turns around to look at JANGO FETT and BOBA FETT.

Excuse me, good sir. Did I just hear your son say you’re a bounty hunter, and that you were on contract with DARTH TYRANNUS? And correct me if I’m wrong, but are you not JANGO FETT, and did I not kill your ass a while back? MuthaFUCK you, man. I don’t care how the hell you got that Mexican-ass head of yours back on, but I’ma fuckin’ lob it off as soon as this flight lands, so help me, YODA!

I’m sorry, DARTH TYRANNUS? Never heard of him. I’ve never been to Coruscant. And I’m a New Zealander, not a Mexican. You must have me mistaken for someone else.

What do I look like?

What?

What do I look like?

What?

Do I look like a dumb bitch?

No…

Then just fucking TELL ME what I look like.

You know, I would appreciate it if you kept your language in check when talking to me in front of my son, BOBA FETT.

You ARE JANGO FETT, muthafucka! I KNEW IT! I’ma kick your bitch-ass after the flight. I ain’t even gonna wait for you to get your carry-on first, either.

Well then. Well played, Jedi.

CAMERA ZOOMS IN on JANGO FETT’s face. There is a look of terror in his eyes. Shot QUICKLY ZOOMS OUT and we see JANGO FETT pointing towards the CAMERA.

But how are you going to do that when there are SNAKES ON THIS PLANE?!

FADE OUT. OPENING CREDITS.

I am now the proud owner of the entire Batman: The Animated Series run, thanks to Wal-Mart having a crazy low price on the four box sets: $28.66 each.

Now don’t start commenting that Wal-Mart is the devil and that I shouldn’t shop there. Because when a store sells something for half the price of any other store that carries it, you’d better believe I’m going to buy it for half price. I don’t have the wealth to be all high-and-mighty about where I buy my things from.

If I ever have children, I’m totally dressing them up for halloween as this:

Nuff Said