Just something my brain thought about as a potential story idea when I was sitting on a toilet. So it is quite literally taken out of my ass. Anyway... INT. STAIRCASE OF AN APARTMENT BUILDING. NIGHT Two shadowy figures come into frame. One looks female and the other looks male. The male FRANK is a beefy dude with a lot of muscle. The girl JOANNA is small and thin, but it looks like she is furious. They arrive to a door of an apartment. FRANK This one? JOANNA This one. BAM! BAM! BAM! Frank knocked on the door so loudly that it almost broke away from the hinges. JOANNA ( angry ) Open up, you motherfucker!!! INT. FRANK'S HOUSE. DAY. Joanna is sitting on a couch next to Frank, while Frank is playing a video-game on a TV in front of them. Even though he is big and beefy, he looks like a rather nice person. And at the moment he is a bit distressed. Probably because of something she said to him. FRANK I get, but... I don't know... JOANNA You don't know? FRANK Yeah... like... I understand. Don't get me wrong I understand. JOANNA Do you? FRANK I think I do. JOANNA Look at yourself. Frank actually takes a moment to look at himself. JOANNA Nobody would touch you. You will snap your finger and they will just puff... go out of existence. FRANK I'm not Thanos. JOANNA This is a, how do you say it... ah... a metaphor. Like obviously you are not Thanos. But you are a big motherfucker. And nobody would fuck with you. FRANK I see... JOANNA I'm not that big. FRANK I guess you are right. I don't understand. Like maybe I need a guy bigger than me to understand what you went through. Or something. JOANNA First, there is no guy bigger than you. Secondly, you are my friend, Frank. I don't want nobody to do that to you. FRANK What do you suggest we do? JOANNA Well... INT. JACK'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. The door breaks open. Frank just kicked it in with his foot. Jack, a far smaller, tough looking guy, is visibly nervous about the door being kicked off. Joanna run in furiously. JOANNA Jack, you motherfucker, come here, you fucking asshole! JACK What the fuck? INT. FRANK'S HOUSE. DAY. FRANK Yeah I suppose, we can break in if he doesn't open the door. I mean... that guy sounds to me like a terrible person. But I don't know about all of this. JOANNA Dude... FRANK Okay... okay... I know. I don't understand what you went through. Therefor who am I to judge this situation. But like... INT. JACK'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. Frank has grabbed Jack by the collar of his t-shirt and started dragging him towards his room. Joanna is with them. Jack is trying to scream, but Frank's huge hand covers his mouth shut. Joanna comes to a closet in Jack's room. She opens it. JOANNA Here we go. I remembered correctly. ( to Frank ) Let him speak. Frank removes his hand. JACK What the fuck do you want? JOANNA What the fuck do you want? JACK What? JOANNA A whip? A strap-on? JACK What? Joanna takes out of the closet a leather whip. A kinky type. And a strap-on dildo. JOANNA A whip or a strap-on? JACK What? FRANK Should I hit him? JOANNA You should tie him down. FRANK With what? Joanna takes a few kinky looking leather belts from the closet. JACK So... you liked it, or something... what is going on? Joanna?! JOANNA Shut the fuck up, Jack!!! INT. FRANK'S HOUSE. DAY. FRANK So okay... we break in. I apprehend him. What do we do next? INT. JACK'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. FRANK I'm sorry, man. JACK What? JOANNA Don't be. Don't be sorry, Frank. JACK What are you sorry about? What? Oh... Oh no... Oh no no no no no... Please no... Please don't kill me! FRANK Don't worry I wont. Frank starts undressing. And also he starts undressing Jack. INT. FRANK'S HOUSE. DAY. JOANNA What do we do next? INT. JACK'S APARTMENT. NIGHT. Joanna straps herself into a strap-on while Frank removes the last items of his clothing. INT. FRANK'S HOUSE. DAY. JOANNA Well... next... We gonna rape the rapist!!! __________ THE END **Happy Hacking!!!**