We Have Chips

Chris: ...so... writing. How do we... start?

Dave: Well, they say to write what you know. Right? So what do we know?

Chris: ...nobody wants to hear about what we know. We are not that interesting. What the fuck do we do? We watch movies. We make awful jokes.

("Flashback" portion during this:

Chris: This whole movie is basically like beating a dead horse.

Dave: Beating off a dead horse.

Both laugh in that stupid snort thing that we do when we make awful, hardly funny sex-related jokes. I think we all know what that is. It's clear that these two characters are fucking douchebags: basically, us.)

Chris: (continuing previous line) ...and we eat chips.

Dave: There! That's concept, right there. Chips.

Chris: Chips. You think that chips are something we should explore further.

Dave: Sure! Hear me out on this. So there's a guy, right? Let's just... his name is Mike, or something. And he likes chips. Like, he really likes them. A lot. So much that he's actually addicted to them. He cannot stop eating. And it's destroying his friends and family.

(Throughout that line, the "movie" plays; key scenes from this addictive chip masterpiece. What these are can be interpreted loosely; it doesn't really matter, as long as it's a ridiculous take on drug-addiction movies. Requiem for a Dream if it was just stupid as hell.)

Dave: (cont.) So... the movie's all about that addiction, and his recovery. And it can be a family film, or whatever. Get some product placement up in there. It's basically money in the bank.

Chris: ...so... just curious, here... how does one go about curing a chip addiction?

Dave: Well, that's easy.

Chris: Yeah?

Dave: Sandwich.

Chris: (incredulously) Sandwich.

Dave: Well, yeah. You give a guy a sandwich, right? He's gonna eat it. He's gonna be full. He doesn't need another sandwich, he just had one. You give a guy some chips, he's just gonna keep eating 'em until there's none left. This is gold, right here. This is a fucking revolution in screenwriting.

Chris: Alright, you know what? Let's do it. And I won't even take co-credit or anything. This is all your beautiful, pure, loving conception.

Dave: Wait, seriously?

Chris: Of course fucking not!

Dave: (after a pause) ...what if it was about salsa?

Then, there's an explosion. Then, just a dick just in the middle of the screen, hovering there. And both Chris and Dave are dead in the background. Then a dinosaur appears, wearing a pink thong. It giggles. Fade to black.

Not really, though. A quick cut after the last line should be enough to make it a punch... just a ridiculous sound, or music, or something. Anything followed by music tends to be funnier.