Igor didn't have to wrangle a bigger budget
for his next accidental blockbuster
                from the shady shadowy
sharkskin suit behind sharp shades;
he would've been a government man in better days,
but he was doing alright flying around the world
picking up spare graft; this ain't **** no more, boy,
you're working for the corporation;
                        Big Brother's not
watching u now; u can go crazy, [           ],
                                                     [           ]
the slick huckster said handing Igor a script;
we've got an option on this w/ attachments,
it'll put plenty of money in your  pocket until
u're ready w/ ur thing;  the guy wasn't Russian
or American, w/ an accent from Mars;  when TT came in,
the guy stood & wagged her dainty hand -
pleased to meet u, said the hurried haircut,
take a look at that script & get back to me,
Igor -we'll do lunch | who was that,
  she asked once the suit was gone;
  guy from Mars, said Igor;
what's the script? she said,
               lifting the sheath
of pages to her near-sighted cross-eyes & reading;
he wants me to make a ******* for a hundred
million dollars; u'd better talk to Eli, she said,
I'll bet he can get u a billion; Da! Da! he shouted -