StarCat/CatStar

its majestic neck and squawks hellishly. Then the Escalade begins to whip
shitties on the lawn as people throw McDonald's sacks from the vehicle's
windows.
An exterior shot of a suburban mall.
Inside the mall, someone has torn the pants off a man dressed as a Lego figure at
LegoLand; he's sprawled out on the floor, as a woman with a giant ass and in a
hot-pink top and matching sandals daggers him. A man shoots a champagne cork
off her sphincter while she is amid it.
A woman bicycler in Capri pants and a mint green t-shirt, with a matching helmet
that has a shock of pink to it too, comes out from beneath a covered bridge on a
bike path, only to have her teeth pistol whipped out.
The assailant unbuckles his pants and begins to dagger the woman's face as she
lies unconscious on the bike-path...the sound of her helmet knocking and scraping
against the asphalt is heard. Til a goose comes from a nearby pond and
aggressively charges the man atop her; he gets up in a terror and swings at the
goose with his gun, then throws the gun at the bird and runs away while the
woman sits up and wraps her arms around the goose's neck.
Trash-can fires on a soccer-field, in view of children in the middle of a game. A DJ
with silver horseteeth and red chains all over him spins records—DJ Delectable—
while a rapper in silk potato sack shorts, and with a nose-splint on and hypno
glasses, pulls a woman's hair who is listening to him rap, then throws a goblet of
malt liquor in her face. Everyone is daggering each other, including small
children.
Cut to a police HQ war-room. A great, black electronic grid with orange streets
covers the wall behind the men in the room, all paunched and in cheap dressshirts
and ties—worn through old men, by years of devilishness...though there is
also a man in full police regalia and dark glasses, his chest overcrowded with bars
intimating his rank.
One of the men leaning over a map, with giant red concentric circles on it,on a
lighted table, screams, “They're barricading the interstates!! No one can get in or
out of the city!” and backhands a cup of styrofoam coffee onto the floor.
To a shot of an interstate bridge on a grassy plain. It is beautiful sky-blue day,
with only faint clouds seen like a haze in the distance. Heaped upon the roadways
passing underneath the bridge are junked, burnt-out cars stacked high. Men
stand staggered on the heaps, holding carbine sharp-shooter rifles, looking
statuesque and bulletproof; while other men circle around in front of the bridge,
driving atv's and Shriner motorcycles, squealing like indians.
The camera approaches as if by vehicle for the shot, centering on a man who's
dressed like Chocolate Moose, who fires his rifle in the air when the camera comes
fully upon him.