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"John!" The director screams. "Where the fuck is John?!" "I'm here, I'm here!" John yells as he scampers towards the director; the distinct smell of pot hanging on his peasant garb. "You reek man," John shrugs with a half sincere, "Well, yeah..." "Just get out there in the stocks. We'll talk after!" "Come on Mark, I'm fucking here aren't I?! Who cares if I..." "Just...stop! I don't have time for this." "You know I don't have any fucking lines right; I'm just in the back, looking at everyone's...