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Bad News: Looks like I didn't book any of those voice over jobs, since it's been over a week and I haven't heard anything.

Good News: WWdN reader Zack, was inspired by the possibility of my joining the cast, and penned the following missive, which made me giggle, then laugh, then fall over.

Not necessarily in that order.

FADE IN:

INT. DRUNKEN CLAM - NIGHT

BRIAN sits down at the bar with a martini, depressed. He SIGHS. Sitting next to him is WIL WHEATON, who notices.

WIL WHEATON

Something wrong?

BRIAN

Oh, I feel like no one treats me with respect, and judges me before they get to know me.

WIL WHEATON

Really? Same thing happens with me. What's your problem?

BRIAN

Eh, I'm a talking dog.

WIL WHEATON

(takes a drink)

Mmm.

BRIAN

What's yours?

WIL WHEATON

Oh, I played Wesley on 'Star Trek: The Next Generation.'

Brian's eyes go wide with horror. Wil notices. PETER and QUAGMIRE walk up. Peter has a beer.

WIL WHEATON (CONT'D)

What?

BRIAN

(caught)

Oh? Uh, um, nothing, nothing.

(points)

Hey, is that one of those old 'Narc' arcade games? Where, you ah, yeah --

He dissolves into mumbles as he quickly gets up and rushes off. Wil looks dejected. Peter pokes Wil.

PETER

Hey, ah, just one question -- ?

WIL WHEATON

Yeah?

PETER

Did you, ah, did you ever...you know, think about Dr. Crusher when you...?

He makes a 'come on' gesture.

WIL WHEATON

What? I...I...she was my MOM!

PETER

(egging him on)

Yeah, but she was just an ACTRESS...

WIL WHEATON

Trust me, I...

PETER

(overlapping)

It's okay, I just wanna--

WIL WHEATON

You're making me uncomfortable...

PETER

Come on, I'm not trying to give you a hard time, just, you know, I'm a fan, I'm curious -- hell I'd have done it. I mean, she was hot, huh?

Wil relaxes a little.

WIL WHEATON

Well..

(laughs)

Well, maybe there was this ONE time--

PETER

(cuts him off)

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

WIL WHEATON

(overlapping)

Wha--

PETER

She's -- she's your MOM! I didn't think you'd actually ADMIT --

WIL WHEATON

Wait, you said --

PETER

That is the sickest...you, you -- GOD!

He throws his beer in Wil's face and stomps off. Quagmire looks at Wil with disgust.

QUAGMIRE

Pervert.

He walks off, unbuckling his belt as he goes.

QUAGMIRE (CONT'D)

(from off)

Hey ladies, anyone wanna play 'Clamdigger?'

Wil stares as we hear SCREAMS and a loud SLAP.

QUAGMIRE (CONT'D)

(from off)

Oh!

FADE OUT.

THE END.