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[Nathan is chilling out on the plane, laying back on his couch. One leg dangles off the side. He is staring blankly up into the expanse of space. THERE ARE NO DEEP THOUGHTS HERE. Just a dude.]
Ugh, where the fuck are my chips...
[He flings an arm out to grab chips. Chips that aren't there because he only took the couch with him, not the table and the chips that were on it.]
Shit.
[He did though bring a small stereo with him, which is in the middle of blasting The Gears. Somehow he can still be heard over it. Possibly because Nathan can be loud.]
Whatever. Hey! Someone come here. I'm bored.
[Entitlement to entertainment is showing, Nathan.]
And I don't feel like working on a set. Fuck that. Seriously. I am totally putting that off until last minute.
Ugh, where the fuck are my chips...
[He flings an arm out to grab chips. Chips that aren't there because he only took the couch with him, not the table and the chips that were on it.]
Shit.
[He did though bring a small stereo with him, which is in the middle of blasting The Gears. Somehow he can still be heard over it. Possibly because Nathan can be loud.]
Whatever. Hey! Someone come here. I'm bored.
[Entitlement to entertainment is showing, Nathan.]
And I don't feel like working on a set. Fuck that. Seriously. I am totally putting that off until last minute.