[ WP ] Due to errors in their contracts , which both actors are insisting be followed , Arnold Schwarzenegger is narrating an action movie in which Morgan Freeman is the hero .

Narrator ( Arnold Schwarzenegger ): **D'AHH! ** NO ONE KNEW FROM WHAR HE CAEME, BUT HE CAEME WHEN THE WOORLD **NEEEEDED** HIM MOOST! 
 
 ***Camera falls on our protagonist from behind. He is looking out at a miraculous skyline from the top of a roof. It is sunset; the colors contrast with his black outfit. *** 
 
 Protagonist ( Morgan Freeman ): I had long forgotten the day of no'malcy... and forfeited them for taking down the robot overlords. My firepower was heavy [ extended pause ] but I did what was needed of me. Thus was the life I chose. 
 
 N: OUR HEEERO STOOOD, GAZING OUT **OVAH** THE CITY SKY IN HIS LEATHAH TRENCH COAT, AN AUTO**MA**TIC WEAPON IN HAND! SUDDENLY THREH ROBOTS APPROACHED! 
 
 ***The camera pulls back to reveal the silhouettes of three androids — all heavily armed — surrounding the hero. *** 
 
 P: You all. Hmm... I was beginnin' to wonder when you would make your presence known. [ calmly referring to an absent watch ] Well would you look at that? It's half-past kick-ass o'clock. 
 
 ***The dark advocate turns around revealing his face as bad-ass music starts. The tempo quickens and he unleashes bullets at the robots, diving to his right. *** 
 
 N: SURELY HE WAS **DOOMED**. IT WAS THREE-ON-ONE, **D'AH! ** DID HE HAVE THE METTLE TO SURVIVE? 
 
 ***The hero has somersaulted behind an air vent. One of the androids is down, beyond repair. *** 
 
 P: I had a plan when you arrived, but in these battles to the death [ pause ] I've found improvisation to be so much mo'... stimulatin'. 
 
 ***He smoothly launches a grenade toward the two remaining androids. It explodes, shredding one and damaging the other. The last android shoots and the air duct is disintegrated. He is blocking our hero from jumping off of the roof. *** 
 
 N: FACING DEATH HE KNEW **NOT** WHAT TO DO. OR **DID** HE?! COULD HIS CUNNING SAVE HIM AGAIN? 
 
 ***The protagonist steps toward the android as it recharges its weapon. A smirk is on his face. *** 
 
 P: I told you: improv takes ma' fancy. Why you ask? Because it always works... and my intelligence is far superior to your measly coding. 
 
 ***A simple kick sends the android careening to its death. Our hero walks toward the exit, his trench coat flapping in the breeze as he becomes a silhouette. The sun has set. *** 
 
 N: ONCE AGEHN HE REIGNS SUPREME OVER THA EEVILLLS THAT PLAGUE THE CITY. HE. IS. FREEEE-MAN! 
 
 ***Text covers the screen: *** 
 
 ***COMING THIS SUMMER*** 
 
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 Slightly edited to better convey Freeman's speech patterns.
