I produced this movie
And I haven't been able to sleep since. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I needed the money so bad. I'm in hock with the bookies $50,000, and I have a $200 a day coke habit. When I do manage to nod off for a few minutes, I see the decaying corpse of Walt Disney cursing me. He asks me in his grisly, undead voice why I would tarnish the good name of Walt Disney Pictures. Before I can make up a lie to cover my transgressions he puts his bony fingers around my neck and chokes me until I wake up, screaming and crying in my sweat-soaked sheets. Please someone, kill me before I am forced to make another terrible movie that even small children will hate until the next crummy Disney straight-to-DVD comes out at which point my guilt-ridden production will be forgotten. Help me. Please...
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