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 squashing buggy lines on the latest draft of a screwball speculative fiction play. 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.