Nicolas Cage sat in his room overlooking Bourbon Street. He smiled as the revelers danced beneath him, feeling kingly in his own way. He had just signed on to play Kaplan in the movie version of the events that just happened. His Cult was still around to do his various biddings. Alice quit, of course, as she was no longer set to be his sacrifice. There was some chatter that she went to work for Ben Affleck, but at this point he didn’t really care. He simply put his hands on his hips and stared out the window.
Then he heard it. The little jingling of a bell on a cat collar. He turned to see Hamlet sitting in one of the chairs across his desk.
“Now, what are you doing here, little guy,” Nicolas Cage said.
“He’s with me,” James Franco said, entering the room, “We decided to pay you a little visit.”
Nicolas Cage walked over to his little bar and poured two drinks. He quickly downed them both, “I’m not sure what you’re doing here, Franco.”
“I’m here to make sure that you don’t have any more ambitions for world domination, Cage.”
Nicolas Cage smiled. “You know, Franco, you never were much of the trusting type. That surprises me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You just seem like the trusting type. So young... it’s a shame.”
“Well, I have you to thank for that,” James Franco replied, squinting.
“Don’t do that flashback thing. I don’t have the time for that.”
James Franco’s eyes unsquinted as he decided not to visit the past.
“So, now what’s next for the mighty Nicolas Cage?”
The truth was, other than making movies, Nicolas Cage hadn’t decided. He indicated as much as he poured himself another drink.
“Just remember: I’m watching you,” James Franco said, pointing at his eyes. Hamlet bounced off the chair and the two of them started to exit the room. He turned around one more time to point at his eyes, then pointed back at Nicolas Cage.
Nicolas Cage just smiled. Then he reached under the bar and pulled out a book he had acquired a few months ago, “Wizarding 101.”
“Until next time, Franco.”