Filmation offices, 1972. The lead animator walks into Lou Schimer’s office.
“Sir, we need another character design for the transporter chief.”
“Trans what now?”
“The transporter chief. He sends people up and down to the planet with an energy beam.”
“Sounds stupid. How much is it going to cost us?”
“Uh… approximately $1500, sir.”
“$1500? Are you fucking kidding me? PUT NEW HAIR ON A MUSTACHE ON THE IRISH GUY AND CALL IT A DAY!”
“Irish guy? Do you mean Scott-”
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE OR YOU’RE FIRED!”
Filmation offices, 1972. The lead animator walks into Lou Schimer’s office.
“Sir, we need another character design for the transporter chief.”
“Trans what now?”
“The transporter chief. He sends people up and down to the planet with an energy beam.”
“Sounds stupid. How much is it going to cost us?”
“Uh… approximately $1500, sir.”
“$1500? Are you fucking kidding me? PUT NEW HAIR ON A MUSTACHE ON THE IRISH GUY AND CALL IT A DAY!”
“Irish guy? Do you mean Scott-”
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE OR YOU’RE FIRED!”