Desperate and defeated, Arthur had finally run out of ideas. He'd burned through every creative spark he could scrape from the furnace of his mind in an attempt to get the studio head's attention. All had failed to illicit the even slightest hint of interest from his boss. His painfully short screenwriting career had come to a pitiable end.

"So, that's it then? No other suggestions?" mumbled Mr. Black, still undecided if he wanted ham on rye or soup for lunch.

"Well, yes, unless..." Arthur's mind flailed wildly for something, anything that would keep his writing dreams afloat. "Unless... Zombie...dinosaur?"

Mr. Black stopped chewing on his pen and looked Arthur in the eyes for the first time that morning. Black Studios had found it's new tentpole.

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