Int: a dark room with a ratty couch that has seen better days. Diet Coke cans, pizza boxes and porn DVDs litter the floor. Across from the couch is a large HDTV that projects image feeds from Ted’s eyes.

We pan across the front of the couch, revealing a version of a chubby, disheveled Ted, wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt that says “Stomach” in Batman-esque henchmen lettering. Beside Stomach is Ted again wearing a clean shirt emblazened with “Reason”. And finally, beside him, is a third Ted, skinny, weasel-like, wearing a shirt with “Penis” across it. Reason has a PS2 controller in his hand.

POV: cut to over the shoulder shot of Stomach, Reason and Penis as they watch the TV. POV shot on the screen of a crowded mall.

Stomach: Can we eat that?

Reason: Please. It’s a bank machine.

Penis: Can we put me in it?

Reason: Where? In the deposit slot? Honestly you two are too much. Can’t we just get the body home without base and animal distractions…

Penis: Bah! You are one fuckin’ ice queen, you know that?

Reason: (rolls eyes)

Stomach: Are we going to pass by the food court? It’s been at least–

Penis: HOT COP! LOOK! HOT COP!

Stomach: Can we eat him?

Reason: I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind getting his attention.

Penis: WAVE AT HIM! YELL AT HIM! THROW SOMETHING AT HIM!

Stomach: Put him in our mouth!

Reason: Stop it both of you! I am walking away normally. (He wrenches the controller to the left – the TV lurches left)

Penis/Stomach: NOOOO!