(01; Shot from the Lab Testing room, of Samus and the Phazon Subject locked in a mating press, her arms and legs locked about him as he cums balls-deep in her pussy.)
	*SAMUS giving deep, exhausted moans*

	SAMUS (completely exhausted from hours of intense fucking): "Oh my God... Still so much..."

(02; Close-up from inside the Lab Examination room of Scientist and Femscientist both scribbling on their respective clipboard/datapads.)
	*SAMUS giving deep, exhausted moans*

	SAMUS (over the intercom; completely exhausted): "Doc, my womb's about to burst... I think I've gotta call it."

	*Scientist reaches forward to press the intercom button*

	SCIENTIST (coolly, professionally): "Of course, Miss Aran. You did great; go get some rest, and we'll see you again tomorrow."

(03; Angle change, to a close-up focusing on Femscientist.)

	*After a moment of scribbling, Femscientist looks up at Scientist, a smug expression on her face*

	FEMSCIENTIST (smugly): "Only 14 creampies? Your girl's getting soft on us, Theo."
	
	SCIENTIST (a bit bristly and defensive, but not overly so): "I'm sure she just needs rest. She's been going at these experiments pretty hard."
	
(04; Over-the-shoulder shot from behind Femscientist.)
	SCIENTIST (defensiveness giving way to his excitement regarding how his Experiments are going): "Besides..."
	
	*Scientist holds the clipboard up for Femscientist to see; we can't make out what is written on it*
	
	SCIENTIST (excitedly): "Have you seen these numbers? The data Miss Aran is providing is invaluable!"
	
	*Femscientist shrugs*
	
	FEMSCIENTIST (coolly, unimpressed): "I've seen the numbers trending down lately."
	
	*Femscientist resumes writing on her datapad*
	
(05; Waist-up of shot of Femscientist writing on her datapad.)
	*After a few moments, Femscientist speaks without looking up or stopping her writing*
	
	FEMSCIENTIST (very passive-aggressively, as if to herself but very intently meant to be heard): "Maybe if she stopped fucking half the station every week..."
	
	*SCIENTIST heaves a loud, exasperated sigh with the sound of the clipboard clattering loudly as he puts it down in frustration. Femscientist startles and looks up*
	
(06; Side shot of the two standing, facing each other. They are being viewed through the glass barrier between the Testing room and the Examintion room. The glass is muffling their voices, but they can still be understood fairly well.)
	SCIENTIST (voice muffled by the glass; sharply and tersely interrupting Femscientist, trying very hard to be polite but honestly struggling): "Gizelle, she's our best chance to break through the Antechamber. Don't you remember what it was like before she joined the Experiments?"
	
	FEMSCIENTIST (now just getting snappy): "I remember you never getting so fixated on whores like her."
	
(07; Close-up of Scientist as he just starts back in surprise at the accusation)
	SCIENTIST (taken aback and a bit flustered): "I don't--she's not a--she's a very valuable asset, and deserves to be treated with proportional respect!"
	
	FEMSCIENTIST (with a single chuckle that just seethes venom): "Oh, she's got 'valuable assets', all right. I can only guess how many credits she put into those 'cannons' of hers."
	
(08; Close-up shot of their feet.)
	FEMSCIENTIST (passive-aggressively playing cool, like they totally didn't just have a fight): "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the data lab to crunch these numbers."
	
	*FEMSCIENTIST's feet begin walking forward, passing in front of Scientist*
	
(09; Close-up of the back of Femscientist's head as she walks away)
	*After a step or two, she stops and looks over her shoulder back at Scientist and the camera*
	
	FEMSCIENTIST (coolly laying down a passive-aggressive threat): "And if she doesn't improve soon... Well..."
	
(10; Close-up of Scientist leaning up against the computers against the wall, rubbing the bridge of his nose with thumb and finger)
	FEMSCIENTIST (coolly laying down the threat): "There are comparable, better-rested candidates available to us."
	
	*The sound of Femscientist's heels clacking as she resumes walking, followed shortly by the sounds of a pneumatic door opening and closing.*
	
	*As the door closing sound plays, hard cut to black*
	
(11; Black screen.)
	*After a moment, the sounds of cafeteria ambiance and chatter fades in*
	
	*SCIENTIST clears his throat awkwardly*
	
	SCIENTIST (a bit awkwardly, but trying to be confident and assertive): "Miss Aran?"
	
(12; Hard cut to a wide shot of Samus, now in casual civilian clothing, sitting at a table in a cafeteria room. Scientist, also in casual civilian clothing [basically his same exact Scientist outfit, just without the coat], is standing beside her, holding a food tray. There is a wide open space on the table between Samus and anyone else.)
	*SAMUS turns to look up at Scientist, surprised*
	
	SAMUS (surprised to see Scientist here): "Doc?"
	
	SCIENTIST (awkwardly, trying to be friendly): "Do you mind if I..?"
	
	SAMUS (mildly amused at the situation, nodding toward the seat he's in front of): "Go for it."
	
(13; Close-up of both Samus and Scientist, with Scientist still standing beside her.)
	*SCIENTIST quietly sits down beside her, putting his tray on the table in front of him. SAMUS turns to look at Scientist, whose looking down at his tray.*

	SAMUS (mildly amused, feeling playful): "So you DO eat. Guess I owe someone a blowjob."
	
	*SCIENTIST turns to look at her and gives an awkward chuckle*
	
	SCIENTIST (awkwardly): "Yep. Guess so."
	
	*SCIENTIST gives another awkward chuckle, return his attention to his tray.*
	
(14; Medium shot of Samus and Scientist sitting together.)
	*SAMUS stabs a piece of food with her fork and quickly eats it. Scientist just kind of sits there awkwardly, looking at his tray.*
	
	*After a moment, Scientist turns to face Samus again*
	
	SCIENTIST (awkwardly): "Do you, uhh, always eat alone?"
	
	*SAMUS takes another bite of food, seemingly not even registering his question. After SAMUS swallows, she speaks without looking at him.*
	
	SAMUS (flippantly, with an amused grin): "Only when I'm not under the table."
	
	*SCIENTIST just stares at her blankly for a long moment, entirely unamused. SAMUS takes yet another bite of food.*
	
(15; Close-up of Samus, still just casually eating)
	SCIENTIST (somewhat incredulous, in a respectful way): "You are *DISARMINGLY* cavalier about sex. It's all I ever hear you talk about."
	
	*SAMUS takes a bite of food*
	
	SAMUS (cool and casual as always): "Pretty much, yeah."
	
	*After a moment of eating, she amends her statement*
	
	SAMUS (as an afterthought): "Only time I don't is when I'm under the table."
	
	*Another moment of eating, another amendment*
	
	SAMUS (with a single amused chuckle): "Usually, anyways."
	
(16; Side shot, with the Scientist nearer the camera, as he gesticulates while talking)
	SCIENTIST (no longer awkward or stammering, as he starts to enter his inquisitive, scientific mindset): "What do you do to unwind?"
	
	SAMUS (casually): "Other than fuck?"
	
	*SAMUS pauses to think for a moment*
	
	SAMUS (casually): "I pole-dance in the rec room sometimes."
	
	SCIENTIST (inquisitively): "What about reading? Playing music, maybe? Chess? Watching a movie once in a while?"
	
(17; Side shot, with Samus nearer the camera, as she continues to just casually eat)
	SAMUS (casually): "I get off to the videos of my birthday party every now and then."
	
	SCIENTIST (pressing his point): "I'm serious, Miss Aran. Surely there's something more to your life than *just* sex."
	
	SAMUS (flippantly): "I'm serious, too, Doc. Those were some of the craziest twelve hours of my life. I didn't even KNOW I could fit so many dicks in me at once!"
	
(18; Front shot as Samus unceremoniously stands up, picking up her tray)
	SAMUS (casually, as she gets up): "Well this was a great chat, Doc."
	
	SCIENTIST (instinctively reaching up and grabbing Samus' arm, not wanting her to go): "Miss Aran, wait!"
	
(19; Close-up of the Scientist's hand on Samus's arm)
	SAMUS (slightly flirty, silently aknowledging the physical contact): "Look, I'd love to stay and talk..."
	
(20; Close-up of Samus giving a flippant expression down at Scientist)
	SAMUS (flippant and amused): "But I'm late for blowing the C-7 janitors."
	
(21; Close-up of Scientist as he watches Samus leave, a despondent expression on his face as he failed to achieve his goal of getting to the heart of Samus' performance issues)
	SAMUS (flippant and amused, as she's leaving the area): "See you tomorrow, Doc!"
	
	*The sound of the pneumatic door opening and closing can be heard through the chatter. As the door closing sound plays, hard cut to the next shot*
	
(22; Wide shot of a large square in the space station. The roof is reinforced glass, showing the stars and a nearby planet above. A large planted tree is in the middle of the square, with several stories of tinted-glass rooms all around. The north-most wall is dedicated to a single structure, with a large neon teal "ADMINISTRATION" sign above it. The wall itself is composed of several sectioned-off booths. Samus can be barely seen standing at one of the booths. People are milling about, with a few other people at other administration booths.)
	*Sounds of a mall-like environment*
	
	*After a few moments, a calming chirp is made over the intercom system, before a female announcer begins speaking. After a few words, the shot transitions and her voice continues indistinctly in the background*
	
	FEMALE ANNOUNCER (coolly): "Reminder: Civilian enterprises are required to submit to Galactic Federation audits and inquiries, as per the Joint Civilian-Federal Cooperative Clause of the Establishment Charter."
	
(23; Close-up of Samus, in her civilian clothes, leaning against the glass of the Administration booth she is at. On the other side of the glass, an unamused man wearing a uniform with two thick yellow stripes on his sleeve sits behind a desk.)
	SAMUS (exasperated, with no traces of flirting or flippant humor in her voice): "I've lost count of how many times I've had to explain this to you..."
	
(24; Hard cut to Scientist standing in an ornate office, opposite a man with three thick yellow stripes on his sleeve. The sleeved man is sitting behind an ornate desk, leaning back with a hand idly to his chin as he listens.)
	SCIENTIST (similarly exasperated, trying very hard to be polite and not talk down to the meathead bureaucrat he has to explain everything to): "...but you can't rush research. My team was assigned this task months ago..."
	
(25; Hard cut back to Samus. Buckle your seatbelts, kids, because we're going to be jumping between these two a lot now.)
	SAMUS (exasperated): "...and I can't *DO* that job because of dense pencil-pushers like you refusing to let me."
	
(26; Hard cut back to Scientist.)
	SCIENTIST (exasperated): "The progress we've made these past few months has been startling. All I'm asking for..."
	
(27; Hard cut back to Samus.)
	SAMUS (exasperated): "...is to be able to do the job I came out here for. If I can just talk with the General directly..."
	
(28; Hard cut back to Scientist.)
	SCIENTIST (exasperated): "...I'm certain that he'd understand just how important this research is, and why..."
	
(29; Hard cut back to Samus.)
	SAMUS (exasperated): "...he needs to swallow his pride and just let me do my damn job!"
	
(30; Hard cut back to Scientist.)
	SCIENTIST (exasperated): "...we need more funding so we can continue our research."
	
(31; Hard cut to Samus's bureaucrat just giving her a blank stare)
	*Hold for a long, awkward moment*
	
(32; Hard cut to Scientist's bureaucrat just giving him a blank stare)
	*Hold for a long, awkward moment*
	
(33; Hard cut to Samus.)
	ADMIN BUREAUCRAT (almost monotone): "I'm sorry, ma'am, but..."
	
(34; Hard cut to Scientist.)
	OFFICE BUREAUCRAT (with a big, salesman voice, trying to professionally cut an unsavory meeting short): "It's getting awful late. Tell you what:"
	
(35; Hard cut to Samus.)
	ADMIN BUREAUCRAT (almost monotone): "Come back tomorrow, and we'll see if we can't open an exemption override process..."
	
(36; Hard cut to Scientist.)
	OFFICE BUREAUCRAT (with a big, salesman voice): "...and go over your team's results and reevaluate the funding situation. How's that sound?"
	
(37; Hard cut to Samus.)
	*SAMUS just pounding her fist on the glass; the window has now been shuttered, and no one is visible behind it*
	
	SAMUS (frustrated; not shouting, but distraught): "Get back here, you pencil-dicked weasel!"
	
(38; Hard cut to Scientist.)
	*SCIENTIST gives a little shrug and an awkward smile*
	
	SCIENTIST (awkwardly): "Great. That sounds... great."
	
(39; Hard cut to Samus.)
	*SAMUS just leaning her head against the glass, in an utterly defeated posture*
	
	RANDOM GUY (cautiously checking up on her): "Hey, uhh, Miss? You okay?"
	
	SAMUS (without lifting her head from the glass, still exasperated from her interaction with the bureaucrat): "I want you to fuck me."
	
	RANDOM GUY (confused): "Excuse me?"
	
	*SAMUS lifts her head up and begins to turn around*
	
(40; Cut on action, to a reverse shot of the guy. He's wearing a uniform with a single light green stripe on his sleeve.)
	*SAMUS brings her hand around his head and pulls him in to sloppily kiss him; RANDOM GUY gives a startled, closed-mouth sound as she makes contact*
	
	*After a long kiss, SAMUS pulls off dramatically, and then just grins hungrily down at him; RANDOM GUY exhales loudly, still surprised and confused at the sudden action*
	
	SAMUS (exasperation giving way for thirsting lust, as she puts her hand seductively on his chest): "Fuck me like a cheap hooker."
	
	RANDOM GUY (wary of her suddenness): "You, uhh, you sure, miss?"
	
(41; Waist-down side shot, as Samus unceremoniously brings her hand up to gently squeeze his crotch. He jumps back a bit, but doesn't pull away.)
	SAMUS (with a thirsty giggle): "You must be new here..."
	
	*Montage music begins to play as the scene crossfades into the montage described next*
	
(42; Montage of shots all cross-fading with each other. This montage is of undeterminate length, and is mostly just determined by how many sex animations I can make in 7 days, as the rest of these are straightforward variations. The montage follows a repeating cycle. Every sex sequence has Samus get progressively less and less vocal and enthused, to the point she's basically just a dead fish, reflecting how the monotony of even casual sex eventually wears her down.)
	MONTAGE CYCLE:
		1.) Samus wearing her Zero Suit and having sex with a different dude in a different room.
		2.) Scientist studying or taking notes from a different book in his study.
		3.) Close-up of Samus' ass (in Zero Suit) as pneumatic door opens, with her standing on the threshold of the Lab Testing room.
		4.) Scientist in the Lab Examination room jotting down notes on his clipboard.
		5.) Samus in her civvie clothes at the Administration booth.
		6.) Scientist in the ornate office silently making his case to the bureaucrat behind the desk.
		
(43; The montage cycle ends, with music fading out, on a shot of Samus at the Administration booth, head once again against the glass in defeat.)
	*After a long moment, SAMUS just heaves a deep sigh, before turning around*
	
(44; Cut on action to a reverse shot of a guy distractedly talking into his earpiece.)
	*After a moment, Samus simply walks past the guy, without even batting an eyelash at him.*
	
(45; Cross-fade to a close-up of Samus' hand as it brushes over a handful of different Bad Dragon dildos on a shelf in her room.)
	*Samus' hand brushes against Chance and hesitates for a moment, before she grabs it and picks it up*
	
(46; Cut on action of her pulling Chance off the shelf, to Samus sitting naked at her desk, in front of a computer monitor. The room is dark, sans for the light being thrown from the monitor. She has Chance sitting in her lap, and she is leaning over and idly running her tongue over its tip. She is watching the screen, a decidedly bored expression on her face.)
	*SAMUS idly running her tongue over Chance's tip as she watches, quietly moaning half-heartedly, more WANTING to get into it than actually being into it*
	
	VIDEO SAMUS (breathing heavily from the implied hours of nonstop sex she's had at this point, but still being smarmy and flirty): "Come on, boys. I know you can fit a fourth one in there..."
	
	*After a moment, VIDEO SAMUS gives a hearty moan that transforms into a giggle, before she sucks her teeth and quips again*
	
	VIDEO SAMUS (smarmy and flirty): "Fuck, you're all so big! Happy birthday to me, indeed!"
	
	*VIDEO SAMUS begins moaning heartily as she's getting quad-penetrated in the birthday video that will never be seen*
	
	*SAMUS in reality is still just idly watching and quietly licking Chance's tip*
	
(47; Close-up of Samus licking Chance's tip)
	*SAMUS idly running her tongue over Chance's tip*
	
	*VIDEO SAMUS moaning heartily*
	
	VIDEO SAMUS (smarmy and flirty): "Ooh, you want in there, too?"
	
	*VIDEO SAMUS continues moaning*
	
	*SAMUS pulls away from Chance and just reaches forward to turn off the video. The room goes dark as the screen light turns off, leaving SAMUS in only dim ambient lighting.*
	
(48; Wide shot of Samus just sitting in darkness.)
	*After a long moment, SAMUS just heaves a deep sigh*
	
(49; Cut to a shot of Scientist studying in his study again.)
	*After a moment of him quietly flipping a page, scribbling some notes, and returning to his book, an electronic sound plays as a device on his desk chirps in notification*
	
	*SCIENTIST starts slightly at the sound, before leaning out of frame to press a button. A sound plays as a hologram appears off-screen and soft blue light spills across Scientist's face*
	
	SCIENTIST (surprised to hear from Samus): "Miss Aran?"
	
(50; Reverse shot of Samus' head and neck floating above a small electronic device, semitransparent, blue, and covered in scan-lines.)
	SCIENTIST (mildly concerned): "What can I do for you?"
	
	SAMUS (in her typical smarmy, flippant attitude): "Hey, Doc. I was thinking about what you said a few weeks ago..."
	
(51; Return to Samus, still sitting naked in front of her desk in darkness. Her computer screen is now broadcasting blue light, capturing her face at the same angle and degree as the hologram projection on Scientist's desk. Chance is sitting to one side of the desk.)
	SAMUS (smarmy and flippant): "You want to, I don't know, catch a movie or something?"
	
	SCIENTIST (over the computer): "Uhh... Sure."
	
(52; Black screen. Credits.)