INT. LARGE, VACUOUS BLACK SPACE

Similar to where Mork would communicate with his home planet of Ork.

MYRON (29), Korean, stands there by himself, frustrated.

MYRON

Thanks a lot! You've successfully

managed to take away all the control

I had in my life! Boom -- GONE!

Then Myron hears it -- a LOUD, THUNDEROUS VOICE. It seems to come from nowhere, yet everywhere. It's the voice of GOD.

GOD

You never had control.

Myron thinks about it really hard...

MYRON

Oh yeah...

Myron thinks about it really hard...

GOD

Do what I tell you to and you'll be fine.

MYRON

Okay. My bad, God.