There are seven stages a comedy writer must inevitably go through after a script is commissioned (in this case Project TSTWTMCISOBOMOWMG), then the final result is rejected:
'Are you sure you read the right script? The one I wrote? The good one? Seriously though, are you sure you read it properly? It's quite complex written down, you might have missed a bit. You can have another go, I don't mind waiting.'
(I seem to skip this one usually.)
'Oh crap, somebody read the blog. Or saw me do that thing at that party. Or found the binbags.'
'Does my hair look okay to you?'
'I still think you read the wrong script.'
ANGER AND RAGE:
'It's too late now, I've still got your money! Hahahahha! You idiots!'
'Hmm, if I change the names, which bits of the script can I re-use for the other thing I'm writing at the moment?'
UPDATE: The ending on this post is a bit weak, frankly, but people shouldn't read too much into this, as the Project TSTWTMCISOBOMOWMG script was particularly strong. Also, Evans has a new green coat.
MORE UPDATE: Ooh, it might not have been completely rejected after all, I may just have to take out some of the killings. This will call for a new opening however. And a new ending. Maybe I'll move those bits over to make a standalone short film. In which the dialogue consists mostly of 'aaaaaaargh splat'.