EXT./INT. OFFICE - DAY

A WRITER hunches over a laptop, eyes drying in the radioactive glow. He is youngish, rakish and most likely high-ish on caffeine. Occasionally his fingers will burst into action. Perhaps he’s putting the finishing touches on the latest draft of his signature screwball speculative fiction plays. Or he could be massaging ad/PR copy for a social-by-design campaign. Either way, it’s some strong creative sauce. If you give him a shout at dustin.chinn at gmail he would love to show you some samples.