Scene 6.12 - On The Edge Of Sanity
ANIMATION STYLE 1
INT. The Phantom World
CG: [Lower right] Courtesy: BoogleTellusia
(We slowly zoom-in from our vantage point from a few parsecs away to the lonely-old Rushmore Star System, eventually-closing-in-on New Trinity, wisking-past the terraformed, gas-planet’s rings onward, toward Tellusia and eventually dropping in on a quaint little island in the middle of a vast ocean. WELLS is on his stomach, shirt-less, getting a full-body massage from NANCY. Currently, NANCY has lathered-up the love-lube and is happily working up and down the muscular doctor's tense deltoid, shoulder, and neck muscles. The viewscreen continues to play scenes from WELLS' past; specifically, aboard The U.S.S.S. Nightingale. Neither NANCY or WELLS seem to pay the GUARDIAN any mind.)
LOSE CG
WELLS V.O.
Chief Surgeon's Log: Chief Medical Officer Wells reporting. It seems that of the entire crew, I alone have managed to return to inside the Q-S-I-2 that Captain Verne created during his operation on Ms. Azalea, where sanity seemingly exists and anything is possible. This was supposedly due to my being time-tethered somehow when the others weren't, allowing a sentient being from another dimension, known as the Guardian Of Infinity, to bring me back to the dwarf-planet Tellusia unharmed. It seems that for now, I am the only one capable of solving the paradox that's keeping The Universe off-kilter. I don't know where anyone else is, nor at this point, do I really care. The Guardian of Infinity has agreed to help solve the paradox by showing me where the problem can be fixed so we can all get back to reality. His adolescent niece, Nancy, a much more playful and agreeable spirit, has also joined to help in any and every way she can. So far I've only learned that the human breeding-problem somehow ties to the hospital ship where I was stationed so many years ago. I'm still unsure how the breeding-problem really began, and as for where this breeding-problem might lead, I figure I'll let Nancy and Mother Nature take the reins for a while.
NANCY
My turn.
(They switch places. Although NANCY is a good masseuse, it is obvious by the way NANCY melts into the beach blanket and how she smiles and exhales a slow, purring moan that WELLS is an absolute pro at making her body sing. He kneads her flesh and finds every hidden muscle, tendon and pressure-point that solid force can penetrate; allowing a gushing of pleasure. In short, he's turning her on. Erogenously. Again, see: MTMTME.)
GUARDIAN
(Echo-ey:) Are you even paying attention?-
WELLS
Yeah, yeah. I was there, remember? I already know what happens.
GUARDIAN
Well, maybe there's a few things you didn't notice the first time.
WELLS
Okay. (Pats NANCY'S butt, she gets up and she cuddles next to him; their faces close together.) Time to get high, babe, he's showing us another movie.
GUARDIAN
Like I said before, it's not a movie. It's what was.
WELLS
It figures. I'm on the most beautiful planet in The Universe, with the sexiest girl in The Universe -- (She nuzzles him.) and I gotta watch the worst movie in The Universe.
GUARDIAN
Believe me, it's not the worst movie in The Universe.
(WELLS passes joint to NANCY, who hits it. Lovingly, she eyes him.)
WELLS
Oh yeah? (In Nance-ese:) If this ain't the worst-est movie I could ever see, then what is?
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