INT. IAN HOLM’S COMICALLY SMALL HOME
IAN MCKELLEN enters, hitting his head on objects.
There you are, you sage old wizard!
They smoke from IAN MCKELLEN’S PIPE.
IAN HOLM (CONT’D)
Ah, Ian, you truly have the finest
weed in Middle Earth.
Heh. Both of our names are Ian.
Holy shit! You’re right!
IAN HOLM falls backwards, laughing hysterically.