#include <stud.h>

pid_t fork(void);

Authors:  Will and probably some other folks here and there who likely
          don't want to be named

Plot synopsis (which could change any minute):

Greg Moore (a serious geek who knows where to stick his hard drive)
wakes up one morning to find that he has lost his libido.  He 
spends his day lamenting his sad and morose position at the
office--looking to rediscover it before his self-image fails him
completely.

As he's looking, he bumps into many folks who are interacting in 
long flowing gesticular methodologies leveraging the fortitude 
of historical diplomacy between such diverse countries as Sylvania 
and Freedonia.  Then Moore re-discovers his libido in a glass of 
pink lemonade recently brought back from the Azores floating next 
to an ice cube and a set of dentures owned by an old man who cursed 
Greg in the beginning.  Somewhere in there are a lot of pr0n scenes.



[SCENE 1]

(Greg Moore is sitting in bed looking extremely dishevelled [can we use
big words in a pr0n script?] clearly not in full ownership of all of his
capacities.  He tries to fumble out of bed and ends up catching his foot
on the sheets and falling on his ass.)

GREG : Fuck.  That hurt....  I feel so weird right now.  I feel like I'm 
       missing something.

(Greg wanders into the bathroom and we switch camera angles.  We're
now looking at him in his mirror.)

GREG : Wow--that chick I met last night at the party was a doozie.  She
       just kept grepping me until there was nothing left!

(Greg looks in the mirror, and makes a face of accomplishment.  He points
at his reflection and smiles....)

GREG : OOOOO  EEE!  Looking good baby!  Who's the man?!


[SCENE 2]

(Later that day, Greg opens the door of his office into the hallway 
and the hottest sysadmin chick walks by...  Her boobs stick straight 
out--defying gravity in an unnatural and yet erotic way.  Her blond 
hair cascades down her shoulders and back in a very un-sysadmin-like 
way.  She's wearing stiletto heels and her skin looks like she's lived
in the tropics all her life.)

GREG : Hey baby--how's things?

BABY : (to herself) UGH!--I can't believe that creep just talked to me.

(Greg is confused...)

GREG : What happened?  I'm so suave and cool.  I must have lost my libido!

GREG : Hmm.

(adjusts his collar, untucks his shirt, rubs the back of his hand across
the day-old cheesy Don Johnson stubble on his cheeks and chin)

GREG : (strutting after the HOT sysadmin, who is picking up a print job)
       Hey--I'm young, little rough...

(throws an imaginary right cross in the air)

GREG : not guilty of bad shoes, either.  Chewy, thick hog.  Healthy spunk--
       full of protein.

(The sysadmin brushes some of that wavy blond hair off her smooth cheeks
and tucks it behind her ear.)

GREG : ...powerful erection, distinguished, like a pharaoh.  Strong like
       that guy in the Jim Rose Circus Side Show that holds those cinder 
       blocks up with his cock.

(The gorgeous sysadmin looks up and glares.  Greg has an irritating, 
patronizing look on his face.)

GREG : What's going on?  I'm Greg.

(She walks out of the print room just as Tom enters.)

TOM : Whoa, Greg, did you see the rack on her?

(Greg feigns success and smiles.)


[SCENE 3]

(Adding insult to injury--flesh scene number one.)

(Greg is coming back from lunch and wanders into the copy room.  The hot
sysadmin chick is there with Frank from Payroll.)

BABE : Frank...  *moan*  Frank!

FRANK : I've been licking stamps all day--now I'm going to lick you!

(Frank slides one hand down the front of her skirt--she bends in the middle
to give him easier access.  He pulls his coke-bottle-lens glasses off
and kind of drops them awkwardly on the copier and then draws her head closer
with his other hand.  Frank tosses one of her golden locks over her shoulder
as he gyrates the first two fingers of his left hand....  She twitches
with excitement....  etc etc etc [prolly should write this all out some
day].)

GREG : Woah...  What the fuck?  Why isn't that piece mine?  What the
       fuck is wrong with me?  My smell alone should be causing her deepest 
       erotic thoughts to surface in orgasmic distraction.  What the fuck?

(Greg continues his journey back to his office.)


[SCENE 4]

(stuff here ... Administrative note ... I don't know where this scene fits
in, but we may want a better transition or just some cleanup at a later
date)

(Greg is sitting at a bar next to Will, drinking bottled domestic beer.
The bar is mostly empty, but it's still early, still a night full of
potential.  Greg's griping like the little bitch that he is)

GREG : So, Will, how's things going?

WILL : I dunno.  Do I get to grade on a curve?

(Will takes a gulp wearily.)

GREG : Used to be, I'd walk into a room, and at least one girl would be
       with it.  One girl.  She didn't have to be the best looking one 
       there, but it was always someone, always an option, you know?  
       Guaranteed that if I need it, there's some girl... her throat 
       goes dry, her forehead sweats, and her deodorant fails.

(Will nods.  Greg drinks.)

GREG : But now it seems as though I can't make the moves.  I feel as though
       I've lost my libido.

(Will nods.  Greg drinks.)

WILL : I know how you feel man.

GREG : I think I have a plan to get it back--do you want to help?

WILL : What kind of plan?

GREG : Well, my plan is to go out into the world and find my lost libido.
       I'm going to try to score with every single woman I know....

WILL : Right on bro!

GREG : I'm going to turn on the bravado and I'm going to find my lost libido
       even if I have to ...  Hey--you're going to help, right?

(Will nods.  Greg drinks.)

WILL : Yeah, well, I'm off to the DECLab to go implement stream redirection 
       in this shell I'm building because Bash doesn't have enough features.  
       Tell me how it turns out.

(Will stands, finishes his beer, places it solidly on the table and wanders
off--his mind clearly distracted by some other set of problems.)

GREG : What an ass.  Well, if Will won't help me, time to find Willis....


[SCENE 5]