ERIC: I was most startled by David and Mirco's work on this page. The fiery apocalypse globe Amanda's plummeting toward made me laugh out loud, I was so happy.

BRANDON: Love love LOVE that fiery planet. Beautiful. Big props to David and Mirco here.

I suppose I should point out which one of us wrote which pages, just for anyone who might be curious about it. Truth be told, as I’m sitting here re-reading it after all these months, I actually had to take a good hard look at everything to jog my memory! Eric and I are really in tune with each other, and I think we managed to stay consistent throughout the story. Naturally, we each gave our two cents on the other’s pages, but I don’t think we’ve ever had what might be construed as a serious “creative difference” in this or any other project.

I do have some issues with Eric’s fashion choices; a Speedo and a hunting vest -- and nothing else -- are not appropriate attire for a writing meeting. Especially when said meeting is taking place at a restaurant. But I digress.

ERIC: I can't compete with your standard attire: a Duran Duran t-shirt and a thin sheen of bacon grease. Some of us aren't fortunate enough to pull that look off.

BRANDON: Touche, my friend. Touche.

Having only 9 little pieces of real estate on which to build our creative house, as it were, splitting up the pages seemed quite bizarre. I’ve never written something this short! Anyway, we split it up two-at-a-time: I took 1-2 and 5-6, while Eric did 3-4 and 7-9. We were actually told that we had “around 8 pages” and once we started laying out the plot, we saw that 9 was the bare minimum we could live with. And here we are.

ERIC: ...I'm not sure that's exactly how it played out. My memory is that we wrote eight pages, alternating 2-page sequences, and David and Mirco decided to re-pace the end of the piece; they drew more pages than we wrote, and ended up tweaking the dialogue during the lettering.

BRANDON: Y’know, I think you’re right. And oh my god, I just admitted that in public.

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