Cha-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka!

Four o'clock high.
Bogged down in a rewrite.
Energy at low ebb.
Let's see, what do I need?
I need...women fighting in smart pantsuits.
In slow motion.
With bongos.
And if you could throw in John Houseman, wishing he was dead, that'd be a plus.

Mmm. I know what I need.




Mmmm. Fembot goodness. That's refreshing.