The shot opens to a dark floor. Lights flicker, in a long, dark hallway. A single set of rapid footsteps can be heard. Rapid breathing. Then another set of footsteps joins In. Then another. And another. The same lungs, panting. More rapid footsteps. Hungry Snarls. The D string of a guitar is plucked once, and more footsteps. How many people are running down this hallway? The camera, still lingering on the floor, catches a glimpse of a single set of chuck taylor converse fly past, full sprint and the shoelaces dangling precariously near the steps of the parallel shoe.
Wide shot. A scared young man is sprinting, panicked, down the hallway. The kind of run that’s away from something, not towards. Hair dirty blonde and frazzled, like he had just engaged in a passionate night of love making and hadn’t combed his hair yet. He was wearing jeans, a rainbow fanny pack, a blue t shirt, and a 1980’s nylon puff jacket (ya know, like the kind Marty McFly would wear).
Trailing closely behind him was a giant Lobster, each one of its monstrous legs wearing a different brand of basketball shoes. Nike, Adidas, Air Jordan. All the big boys.
It was gaining on him fast. Snarling it’s wicked smile, and fumbling and tumbling through the narrow hallway that it could just barely fit through. Hungry for the young lad that it was In pursuit of
The young lad reaches into his rainbow fanny pack and pulls out one of the several a wet, limited edition 1983 Darth Vader action figures, that resided inside. When suddenly, he stumbles over his untied shoelace, seemingly inches from the mouth of the lobster behind him.