sci-fi plot: yeah and in this futuristic city he meets a woman–
producer: is she a stripper? is she a callgirl? does she get her tits out? is she a cop working undercover as a stripper? is she a sexy assassin who has sex with her victims and then kills them sexily? is she a robot stripper? is she a mystical being of pure energy who has no need for clothes and a great rack? is she a holographic beer advertisement?
sci-fi plot: she’s an engineer who designs robots–
producer: does she wear a formfitting skintight jumpsuit? can you see her nipples? how well-defined is the crotch area? tell me about her feet
i got this new sci-fi plot. basically there’s this robot girl except she’s got huge boobs. i mean some serious e-bees. a real set of cybadonkers. packin some jack-on-honkeros. massive crytopnecrovexillontonlogicals. big ol’ newton-hong-kong-erekoogers. what happens next?! evil corporate robot shows up with even bigger laser-mammos. humongous hydro-carbonic-pectoral-lactosers.
producer: here’s $100 billion
