The more I think about it, the clearer I see: Falling Skies simply needs more Pope, Anthony, stunt horses and dynamite. I also fear that the show will never live up to these expectations, especially in regards to stunt horses, so I went ahead and made this imaginary spaghetti western. So far, my imaginary movie has won 12 imaginary Oscars (including Best Horse Stunt, Best Explosion and Best Headwear*), 4 imginary Emmys and an imaginary Academy Award, and recieved 16 more imaginary nominations. What? It’s my imagination, I can win whatever imaginary awards I want.
* The Oscar for Best Headwear went to Pope’s new hat. When I had the idea to move the skitter claws from the necklace to the hat, I realized I had the character all wrong in the first script. He’s not a gambling gunslinger or train robber, he’s a wild west voodoo priest. And I don’t care if that makes sense because it’s my imaginary movie and if I want a voodoo priest in it, I will have a voodoo priest in it.
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