At a meeting long, long ago in a reality far, far away the Grand High Poobar of the BSFFG commanded a script, treatment or layout for a two minute sci-fi, fantasy or horror production.
The assembled cohorts must have heard the command, digested the information and immediately have forgotten it in time honoured club fashion. Except for one good apple where the synapses fired a little more deeply.
The happy result is as follows.
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