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[Good morning, Paradisa. You're about to have your relatively peaceful morning interrupted by an extremely. loud. scream. A select few of you would recognize that scream anywhere, but most of you most likely will not. It's okay, she wouldn't expect you to.
Well, actually she would, but that's neither here nor there.]
Oh my God. Oh my God, I've been kidnapped. This isn't my hotel room! WHO ARE YOU? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?
[she waits, a beat, for her captors to realize she's awake and come grovel for her forgiveness, but she's probably disappointed when they don't]
Oh, this is just perfect. Look, assholes, I'm in the middle of a press junket. I have things to do, people to meet -- a show to shoot? So if you don't let me go, right now, I swear to God I WILL PRESS CHARGES.
[there's another beat, and then her face is covered by her hands and she lets out a groan]
Just wait until the press gets a hold of this.
[ Loss start! Open open open.]
Well, actually she would, but that's neither here nor there.]
Oh my God. Oh my God, I've been kidnapped. This isn't my hotel room! WHO ARE YOU? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?
[she waits, a beat, for her captors to realize she's awake and come grovel for her forgiveness, but she's probably disappointed when they don't]
Oh, this is just perfect. Look, assholes, I'm in the middle of a press junket. I have things to do, people to meet -- a show to shoot? So if you don't let me go, right now, I swear to God I WILL PRESS CHARGES.
[there's another beat, and then her face is covered by her hands and she lets out a groan]
Just wait until the press gets a hold of this.
[ Loss start! Open open open.]