All work and no play makes Ryan a boring host... Here I am, all "woof, woof," and "let's play" and "stop typing on the friggin computer, woof" and he's still typing away on some kind of script (way to go Hemingway).
Anyway, after watching him type dribble for a couple of hours, I decided to step in and help the poor bastard out (I mean, really- he's writing scripts for a tv show, way to go pal). I jumped up on my seat which is neatly situated next to him in an attempt to let him know- "hey, I'm still here pal."
I typed furiously, hard at work banging out the prose, and even impressing myself w/the use of metaphors and eventually worked in an allegory... I know most people think Dog's don't sweat but I was working- full-throttle. So much so...
Ry' must have appreciated the gesture... said he'd give me a credit when the special airs (I'm not holding my breath- going to contact my agent and the union to make sure I get my due). He also brought me home a treat from the doggie store so... All in, I guess he's a'ight (new brooklyn slang I've picked up... )
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