EXT. A REMOTE WOODED CABIN – NIGHT
Moonlight shimmers through smoke floating lazily upward from the chimney of a rustic cabin. An orange glow from inside bleeds through the frayed drapes of the cabin’s lone window.
INT. CABIN – NIGHT
Three unshaven lumberjacks, each in long-johns, play cards, their body language evincing boredom. One tosses his cards onto the table. Numerous empty cans of baked beans surround the trio, several atop a potbelly stove.
LUMBERJACK #1
What say we light up our farts?
LUMBERJACK #2
You can actually do that?
LUMBERJACK #1
Sure! Watch…
He reaches for his matches.
EXT. THE REMOTE WOODED CABIN – NIGHT
The cabin explodes, splintering into a million fragments. A colossal fireball rises into the night sky, leaving behind the flaming remnants of what was once a hunting cabin.
THE END
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