INT. A MEETING ROOM. MORNING
A Studio Executive (late 40s, expensive suit, spends more on haircuts than you do on your mortgage) is sitting across from Cowboy Bebop’s Executive Producer (haggard, looks 10 years older than they are, powered by coffee).
We have a problem.
The show is running over budget. You need to make cuts, but it can’t be from the animation department or the soundtrack.
Well (beat) I think I have an idea. We can fire the English-language proofreader.
You think that’s a good idea?
Sure. It’s 1998. What are people going to do? Squint at live TV on their 28 inch tube TVs. Pause grainy as shit VHS tapes that they rent from Blockbuster video? I don’t think so.
The conversation between the Studio Executive and the Executive Producer breaks into a few minutes of general laughter.
Title: Twenty Years Later…
INT. ADAM’S HOUSE, DAY
Adam (a rakish nerd) is watching Cowboy Bebop for the first time. He pauses episode eight, reading the hilarious typo before Jiming the camera. Rebecca (very smart) walks into the room.
Oh, your smug face. Great.