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Star Wars: An HBO Commercial Break

“Next week on Entourage!”

Eric was reading a script. “What’re you reading, E?” Vince asked his manager.

“Only the best script I’ve ever read. It’s like Star Wars meets every other movie ever made. You’d play yourself. We have to make this…”

Drama stood in front of a bank of mirrors analyzing his calfs. “What are you doing, Drama?” Turtle asked.

“Do you think my calf implants make me look stupid?”

“Tell me you didn’t actually go through with it,” Turtle said shaking his head…

“Ari,” Eric said. “We’ve found the perfect script for Vince to bounce back with.”

“What happened last time you idiots picked out the script? Do you remember Medellin?”

“It bombed at Cannes, so what?”

“Why don’t you go back home and blow each other and stop telling me how to do my job? Besides, there’s no way George Lucas would allow this slight on his universe.”

“Vince could always find another agent, Ari.”

“Trust me,” Ari walked around his desk, with his arms outstretched. “Let’s hug it out, bitches!”

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