On The Set Of Martha Stewart.
What would we do without Thought Catalog?
- Hey man, thanks for getting me in to watch the show’s taping.
- No worries. You can sit pretty much wherever you like.
- Can I stand here? Right next to you? The camera guy?
- Okay, but find a notepad so at least you look like an assistant.
- Alright, in a min- Wait.
- What?
- Is that a… is there a…
- Don’t mention it.
- Man, there is a fucking skull right behind that bench.
- No there isn’t.
- Yeah! There is! It’s right there on those scales! Kinda looks like it’s smiling.
- Okay look, we know. We’re not allowed to say anything. Nobody knows how it got there and uhh… man, Martha is pretty eccentric so we don’t wanna talk about it.
- I’m gonna grab it. That would be a badass souvenir.
- Don’t.
- I’ll be right back!
- An intruder in my domain!
- Mrs. Stewart! How nice to meet you. I was just admiring your human skull.
- Away from me, slave!
- Sure thing.
- Put it down.
- Put what down?
- Well, the skull is obviously not on the scales anymore, and there is a huge bulge in your pants.
- Martha, this is embarrassing, but I just find you ravishing.
- Take it out or I’ll cut it out!
- Martha, your eyes! They’re going red! Your veins are gorging with blood! Wings are sprouting from your back!
- Stop narrating and fucking leave, man.
- Your scaly legs ripple with draconic muscles fueled by fel energies!
- BWAAAAAAAH!
- She’s turned into her Final Form!
- GIMME BACK MY SKULL!
- Jesus, fine. Here.
- Thank you.
- Okay lights! Aaaaaand we’re rolling.
