Back to animation. Foxy stands on a stage. A single spotlight. He holds a crumpled script. “I’m supposed to read for the part of ‘Best Friend.’” He tilts his head. “But the director said I was too real .” He drops the script. It lands in a puddle of digital blood. “So I made my own show.” He points at the camera. “And you’re my favorite viewer.”
Back to animation. Foxy stands on a stage. A single spotlight. He holds a crumpled script. “I’m supposed to read for the part of ‘Best Friend.’” He tilts his head. “But the director said I was too real .” He drops the script. It lands in a puddle of digital blood. “So I made my own show.” He points at the camera. “And you’re my favorite viewer.”