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Something To Talk About

Scene: Café Serra – Friday Evening

G.I. Joe sits across from Nelly, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. He looks tired, like the weight of the world—and maybe his wallet—is pressing down on him. Nelly watches him, sensing there’s something on his mind. Finally, he exhales and leans forward.

G.I. Joe:

“I couldn’t stay for the full opening of Invictus… My Croatian soldiers crippled some Canadian soldiers. I didn’t want to rub salt in the wound.”

Nelly raises an eyebrow, sensing the guilt behind his words. Joe sighs, shaking his head.

“And paying for those tickets made me broke.”

Nelly smirks slightly, resting her chin on her hand.

Nelly: (Teasing.)

“So, what, you’re living off rations now?”

G.I. Joe: (Chuckling.)

“Basically. But I did manage to get tickets to the volleyball match on Saturday—February 15th, 8:20 a.m. Only ones that weren’t sold out.”

Nelly: (Playfully dramatic.)

“Oh wow, prime time.”

G.I. Joe: (Rolling his eyes.)

“Yeah, yeah. Not exactly the Super Bowl, but at least I got something.”

He pauses, drumming his fingers on the table before finally looking her in the eye.

“But there’s something else… My little brother’s getting married that same day. St. Joseph’s. 1 p.m. You know that church, right?”

Nelly nods slowly, remembering.

Nelly: (Softly.)

“That’s where we met.”

G.I. Joe: (Nods.)

“Yeah… And I don’t wanna be that guy—the loser who shows up alone to another wedding.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“I always am.”

Nelly leans back, watching him. There’s something real in his voice—something vulnerable. She takes a sip of her drink, letting the moment hang for a second before finally responding.

Nelly: (Smirking.)

“Well, Joe… are you asking me to be your date, or just hoping I read between the lines?”

FADE TO BLACK.

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Salva Me – The Only Way Out

Joe & Nelly: The Only Way Out

Joe sat across from Nelly in the dimly lit visitor’s room of the psychiatric ward. The sterile white walls pressed in around them, the fluorescent lights humming like an unseen force watching over them. She looked tired, worn from the weight of too many battles fought alone. Yet, even here, even in this place meant to break souls, she was radiant.

“The Portuguese Marilyn Monroe,” Joe murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nelly gave a half-smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Marilyn didn’t make it out, Joe.”

“Then we make it out together,” he said, leaning forward. “The only way out is together.”

Her eyes, dark with old pain, searched his face for doubt. She found none.

“You don’t understand, Joe. They don’t let people like me go.”

Joe scoffed. “They don’t let people like us go. But I’m not leaving without you. I don’t care how many doctors, how many pills, how many locked doors. We walk out of here, Nelly. We walk out, or I tear this place down with my bare hands.”

For the first time in a long time, she believed.

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Optimus Prime’s Speech to the Alt-Right on Shia LaBeouf

(Optimus Prime stands before a gathering, his blue optics glowing with wisdom and authority. His voice, deep and commanding, echoes across the crowd.)

OPTIMUS PRIME:
“Sons of humanity, Cybertronians have witnessed the cycles of war and destruction, the folly of division and hatred. We have seen great civilizations rise and fall, not by the hands of external enemies, but by the poison of their own discord.

I have fought alongside humans who displayed courage, loyalty, and honor. Among them was one named Shia LaBeouf—a man who has stumbled, as all do, but has also stood up, time and again, proclaiming a truth older than any empire: Christ is King.

You, who speak of faith, of tradition, of a world anchored in righteousness—do you now turn against one who has declared allegiance to the very King you claim to serve? Do you forget the words of your own creed, that a shepherd rejoices when even one lost sheep returns?

Shia has walked a path of hardship and redemption. Would you strike him down when he seeks the light? Would you mock and belittle a man who kneels before the cross, after so many years of wandering? I tell you now, that is not the way of the righteous. That is the path of the Decepticons—of Megatron, who sought to divide and conquer through fear and cruelty.

I have battled the darkness for eons, and I have learned this: unity is strength, but division is weakness. If you truly seek to uphold the banner of faith, then act as warriors of justice, not tormentors of your own. Show mercy, as it has been shown to you. Stand for truth, not as tyrants, but as protectors.

Let this be my decree, as leader of the Autobots: leave Shia LaBeouf in peace! Let him grow, let him heal, and let him walk his chosen path. If he falls, lift him up. If he doubts, encourage him. If he seeks wisdom, guide him. For that is the way of the righteous. That is the way of the light.

I am Optimus Prime, and I will fight for all who seek the path of truth.”

(Optimus turns, his metallic frame reflecting the light. A moment of silence grips the crowd before a few voices murmur in agreement. The Autobots stand in solidarity, and somewhere in the distance, Shia LaBeouf, watching from a screen, nods in gratitude.)

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