For crying out loud, New Moon. You’re making this way too easy for us. A bin? A copy of your script was found in the bin?

A bin where you keep rubbish, New Moon? Are you after our jobs or something? Do you think that doing so something so ridiculously beyond parody like actually throwing your own script in the bin where you keep rubbish will somehow make us redundant? Do you? Do you, New Moon?

Anyway, a copy of the New Moon script has been found in a bin. A bin where you keep rubbish. Oh, we’ve already said.