Cut

He couldn’t cut this. He had what felt like a butter knife. If the task at hand involved a spread on toast, he would be perfectly equipped. Unfortunately this was not the case. The kitchen lights flickered a little. The room was dimly lit, with multiple light bulbs needing replacing. The men on television late at night could cut through a soda can in one slice, he could surely cut this! He raised the blade and lowered into the chunk of flesh before him. The knife promptly snapped into two pieces.

CUT!

The director looked at him with a frustrated look. The crew buzzed into action, reassembling the scene. This was the third prop knife broken this week and apparently the last straw. He was directed to the door.

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