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Fred was enraged. How could this woman possibly betray the King
for a Dragon? And think it loved her? This was the most perverted
and disgusting thing Fred had heard in his life, and he wanted to kill
her. But if he did, the Dragon would lose its pawn, who knew a great
deal about the palace and could lead him into it (surely it couldn't truly
love her) and he would have no reason to not kill Fred. And surely
Fred would have no chance against a dragon this large. He grabbed
the woman and pressed his sword to her neck. "Take one step,
animal, and this woman dies" spat Fred.
"So this is how the honorable knight defends himself," said Jessica sardonically. "By taking an unarmed woman hostage." "You were only unarmed so that the Dragon could use you to entrap me, you whore. You are hardly an innocent. I see no reason to protect you." Her face now twisted with rage. "You call me a whore? I was a whore when I was King Emry's woman. I sold myself for the sake of money and power, and lost so much more. The Dragon showed me true love." Suddenly, someone entered from beyond the trees in the jungle. He was a man wearing a rather loud outfit and a beret. "Cut, cut," he said. He turned toward Fred, rage in his eyes. "That was the most pathetic excuse for acting I've ever seen." "I can't help it!" said Fred, or rather Jake O'Donnell, the actor who played him. "This dialogue is atrocious." "Jake," said the director, "let me put it this way. You are worthless. Your acting is the worst I've ever seen. If I fired you, you'd never get work anywhere else. So don't try to contradict me. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mr. Aarons." Jake sighed. This stupid director just didn't understand that Fred was a real actor. He hated appearing in these sword-and-sorcery cheapies. Why didn't anyone understand that this sort of thing was a waste of his talent? "That's it for today," said Mr. Aarons. "Get your sorry asses out of here." Jake was very pleased. Dealing with Abel Aarons and Dawn Ashland (the idiotic "actress" who played Jessica in this movie) left him drained. He went to his dressing room and got out of his clunky armor, then drove out of the studio back to his apartment. After opening his door, he was greeted by his cats Shakespeare and Marlowe, who mewed at him expectantly. He did intend to feed them, but first he would check his answering machine. There was one message.
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