"I vote you pick the guy on the skateboard, Mad Hatter-he's really hot. And maybe he can get spacemen to save us from the bomb."
"Forget it, friends," Hatter said, tearing up the paper from his typewriter. "It's no use. This show is a flop, closing before it even opens. I'm just one of the hoi polloi, and we're not allowed to be playwrights. You don't get a chance at all if you play by the rules."
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