F*ck You, Ceiling Cat!!!!
How long am I expected to sit around waiting for you to produce something?
I have had enough!!!!
I've had it with your shitty scripts!!! I've had it with your incompetent direction!!!! I've had it with your mixed up story lines that don't make any sense!!! I've had it with your blatant attempts to sabotage my career!!!
The film was originally supposed to be called: Star Trek: The Search for CONWAY!!! But then SPJ shows up, stuff happens on the casting couch, and the next thing I know the film gets re-named and I've been recast in a shitty supporting role as the f*cking Enterprise's Cum-Stain-Cleaner-Upper!!!!
Fine...I put up with it...but now you can't get off your lazy, bloated, sushi-eating ass to produce my next feature??? Success has gone to your head, Ceiling Cat!!! But I'm not taking it any more!!!!
I QUIT!!!!!
<Storms off set>
PS: I
will be telling my father about this!!!!