is the pilot of December 21st.
Sci and some other scientists are in a lab.
Sci: And you guys are sure this cure for cancer won't have any side effects?
Scientist One: Pretty sure.
Scentst Two: Bring in the patient.
Two guards bring in Tester 122112.
Sci: Why hello. I heard you have cancer. We're testing a cure.
Tester: Blah blah blah. Gimme the cure.
Scientist Three: Alright.
He injects the needle.
Sci: That's the prototype cure...
Sc. 3: Sheet.
Sci: We're getting sued......
The tester turns green... He looks like he has rabies... His flesh starts peeling....
Sci takes an M16 from a fainted guard and starts shooting with the other guard.
The tester starts coughing up haze and smoke.
Sci: BAIL OUT!
Sci gets out of the lab and throws an M67 grenade. He keeps running and runs into a car.
(Sci): That was a failure.
The driver looks at him.
(Driver): Need a ride.
(Driver): Name's Toon.
(Sci): I'm Sci.
(Toon): Why you running?
The car screeches to a hault.
Sci looks at the clock on the radio.
(Sci): You have any weapons in the back of the trunk? I have an M16 with me.
(Toon): Two Beretta M9 pistols under the seat.
Sci looks at the radio.
(Sci): You mind?
(Toon): Go ahead. Toon starts driving again.
TO BE FINISHED