"Relax! It's not a dog and the money is good. It's a robot, okay? One of the studios is making a science fiction. They already had an engineering firm build them the robot they needed, only yesterday it... blew up. They're halfway through shooting the film and they need a replacement now otherwise the whole project is a write-off. That's why they're willing to pay so much! So, do you think you can do it? I mean, like, physically?"
Shawn poured himself a glass of orange juice. To be honest, he wasn't even sure himself - he'd never shapeshifted anything like a robot before. But the capability of his ability had never let him down before. "Sure, I can do it. It's not exactly what I had in mind when I came to Hollywood though. Great career prospects for this bucket of bolts, are there?"
"I know, hun," Rebecca soothed. "But this will be great for the agency - I mean rolling out a fully functional robot in less than a day? It's impossible! And what's great for the agency, is great for you. After all, you are my only client. So you're in? For me?"
"I'm in."
"Great! I'm emailing you the technical specifications now, and telling them filming can resume tomorrow! Seeya then!"
"One thing," he spoke up, grabbing his cornflakes and wandering over to his laptop. "What's the name of the film?"
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