[It's cold but sunny, so when the camera comes on, it shows Blake in a jacket on the front porch of the place he's renting, looking out at the lawn.]

Well, there's about ten days left for that contest shit. So far I've gotten one entry, a postcard to somebody named Kyle, and a rock. You people better step your game up, or I'm gonna start doubting your dedication to pointless bullshit.

Now, I--[He cuts off and looks away from the screen.] Aw, fuck. What's that thing doing?

[The gear jostles as he walks out onto the lawn. It stabilizes as he points it at the thing; what looks like a purplish slug-thing. It doesn't look like it's doing real well. It's dried out and wheezing pitifully.]

Great, one of those damn things. Go on! Git!

[Blake pokes it with his foot. It makes a sad whurble and tilts slowly over on its side.]

Hell.

[Nothing for it. Blake walks away and comes back with a garden hose, which he uses to spray the thing.]

There, happy now? Get out of here!

[And it does in fact immediately perk up and look like it has a rush of energy!

Which, instead of using to go on its slimy way, it uses to hop up and frolic in the water. Blake groans.] Oh for fuck's sake.

You know what? Consider this inspiration. You artistic types do that kind of thing, right? Here.

[He manages to stick the hose under his arm as he pulls out a creased, folded leftover flyer from his pocket and scribbles on it.]

( Contest Update )

[He folds the paper back and shoves it back in his pocket.] So hurry up and- oh, god damn it!

[The garden hose shower is now host to a whole party of happy slugmonsters.]

Who invited you?!