Dragon Burrito

Dragon Burrito (Deleted Scene)

“Not cool, Robert, not cool!” 

David yelled, and the dragon clawed at the plane, trying to reach in farther, but it couldn’t. Then Rayne realized what David’s plan had been all along.

“And that”—David grinned—“is how you make a . . .” He keeled over, laughing. “That is how you make a . . .” He broke into laughter again, laughing so hard he couldn’t speak. 

“A dragon burrito,” he squeaked out. “Come on, man, who wrote this crap?”

“Cut! Cut, cut, cut,” the director yelled, waving a hand.

“Oh, please.” Rayne sat up and pulled straw from her hair. “We rehearsed this like ten times already.”

“I know, I know.” David stood up straight and took a deep breath, his face red as he wiped a tear from his eye. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just . . . It’s just . . . they aren’t wrong. It’s a dragon burrito.”

“I think that’s the joke,” 

Dustbunny said. “Because it is a dragon burrito . . .”

“You guys are something else.” Rayne sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“All right, everyone,” the director yelled. “We’ll roll it back. Rayne, you go back to just having hit the floor, and David, you strike a pose, and we’ll try to deliver that line again, all right? 

All right. Action!”