A short story about filming a snuff film when the actors aren't cooperating. And they both hit her again. Hard. Every time she gets more weepy. She keeps trying to get up, but she's slipping and they keep her on her knees. So she just shuts off. Yes, like a robot. Ok, now she looks at the camera and she's a blank like all the shit in her life and all the bad times just led up to this. She doesn't care about Kathy or her parents or her brother Todd who keeps fucking her boyfriend like she doesn't know. She is not giving the director the finger. Blank. Totally blank. Like she gave up.