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Tuna peeks around the door frame with a devious plan.
TUNA: Oh my GOD! Trent Reznor was just in a car wreck in the front yard, and hes dragging his bleeding carcass up the front steps as I speak!
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Rachel springs up from bed, her arm shooting out.
SFX: poit!
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Close-up of Rachel blinking, starting to wake up.
SFX: blink blink
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Rachel is now wide awake, hair disheveled, looking excited and drooling slightly.
RACHEL: Trent Reznor?? Where?
Tuna looks on with a sweat drop.
