George Lucas kicks in the office door, his face smeared with chocolate. Fragments of a giant lollipop are stuck to his flannel."Steve, Steve! I wanna help make Indiana Jones 5!""I don't know, George, I think I might want to handle this one alo-""So Indy's in this temple, and then a spaceship come down, and it's all 'brreeep-brrooop woooosh' and then these guys come out but they're like guys from the future and they're all like 'You took our thing!' and then some hippies show up and..."Steven Spielberg reaches, ever so slowly, for the pistol duct-taped under his desk.
