Commercial Break


Inside an office


We see a man sitting at a desk talking on a phone. He speaks harshly into the receiver, “I don’t care what it takes, just get it done.” He slams down the receiver. Sitting back in his chair, he clutches his stomach and grimaces in pain.

We hear the narrator.

“This is Mike, the Executive Officer of the League of Moderators. The stress of his position can cause him to suffer from heartburn and upset stomach.”

The man reaches into a cabinet under his desk and pulls out a bottle filled with a pick liquid.

“When this happens, Mike always uses Formula X, from the fine folks at X Marks the Scot.”

The man opens the bottle and takes a big drink.

“It’s patented formula works fast to coat his stomach and brings fast relief.”

The man puts the lid back on the bottle and again sits back in his chair, with a look of relief on his face.

“In no time at all, its fast acting formula will have him back to his old self.”

The phone rings and the man angrily answers it. “What is it? What? You’re kidding me! Well get it working! I don’t have time for this nonsense!”

The scene changes to a close-up of a bottle of Formula X.

“Formula X, fast relief when you need it.”