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Hollywood

The part calls for someone not you Welcome to the audition. Sit down We are almost through It is a feature film about the future You are both short and tall Mr. Smith How do you do that? I'm afraid you are too medium too That won't do Media or mediocracy are not the issue No race, color, creed or people needed The scenes require a new special look The absence of you for starters Tell me Mr. Smith why did you apply? Is it for pride, glory, money and fame To be on the map? Pretty girls perhaps? This is Hollywood What is your story? Why did you come? We were looking for something less you More along the lines of silver machinery Listen. I'm busy. My people will call yours We'll do lunch shortly for sure or maybe not Do you get the picture Mr. Smith? Sorry. It's taken by a robot with connections Electrical components are the in thing I would show you the door But my time is precious You look like a smart fellow Good day. See you again...never

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