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"Yeah bitch! SCIENCE!" you quote from one of your more famous roles.
She starts cracking up. "Oh my god, you're actually him! Like, I wasn't expecting to meet you here, or at all. Why are you even here?" she asks you. You ask yourself that question a lot, although not always in the excited joking way that she just did.
"Yo, long story. LONG story, for real. Found Jesus and all that good stuff. Back in Hollyw-" You're interrupted by two loud honks coming from outside. "Ah shit, look, I'm on a tight schedule here, but, uh, you want an autograph or something?"
She nods.
"Great, got a pen?"
"No, I just have a pencil."
You look at her baffled. "Look, pencil's fine, retard." You pause. "Shouldn't have said that, was just quoting the-"
"No, no, I got it! Um, here you go!" She hands you a pencil and a crumpled receipt. "It's all I have right n-"
"Don't worry," you tell her as you uncrumple the receipt and ready your pencil. "I'll come back here and give you a real one later, miss, uh," you trail off.
"Isabella."
"Yea, I'll get you a real one Isabella," you tell her as you hand over a grease-stained fast food receipt with your autograph on it. In any other context this would be a borderline-insult, but given the circumstances it's more than fine. "When I return I-"
Again two loud honks are heard. The crusader you had come along to guard you looks like he's about to drag you by your ear...
