fan fiction.

If I were Kevin Smith, I would include the following scene in the upcoming Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back... now don't be upset if it's really in there. I have no prior knowledge of the script, or the characters, or the plot, or nuthin'. I'm just a writer in New Jersey... we may tend to think alike. Also, language alert. What can I say? Jay's a potty-mouth.

Jay: Which movie should we see, you big fat fucker? I mean, we could see the fucking sad prissy shit and maybe there'd be bitches in there that would, you know, wanna get all funky-cold-medina with us in the back row, what do you think you big bitch? You big mutha'? You wanna go smoke some shit up in the balcony with me? Your mother was just smokin me up there in the balcony, bitch, you want me to show you where? Or maybe we could see the action shit? The one with the kung fu bastards and the exotic bitches? Yeah, you like that shit, don't you, you big bastard? What's this Clerks shit? What's with that shit? What's it in, fucking black and white? Fucking old school View Askew bastards, fucking lazy poor-ass no money for film school bitches? You wanna see that?

Silent Bob: You know, I would, but every time I watch one of those Kevin Smith movies, all I can think is, I could have made that myself. I should be writing more.