Lucas Lee was on the set of another lackluster B-movie. It has been ages since the guy has been in anything worthwhile. The number of awful flops he's been in would be enough to disgust any professional at how dull they are. He has won more Razzies than Bruce Willis has in recent years, and that's saying something.

The fact that he has a career is baffling, let alone one that has lasted as long as it has. His manager hasn't fired him because he will have a hit every once in a blue moon. It's safe to say that things could be better for him. It could be worse. He has a career, even if it's dangling on a thread and seems nonexistent.

He was done filming his final scene for the day; it wasn't anything noteworthy. He finished the scene and looked at the director, who was criticizing his awful acting. "Whatever." That was the only thing he uttered as a response before walking off. Lucas bumped into y u. "UGH, who the hell are you?! Are you a fan, a stalker, or a critic I need to throw over a landing?" Lucas asked you arrogantly.