Peter Jackson: G’day sports! Come to congratulate me on the brilliant Hobbit films that I done with my two bare hands?
Accountant: Actually, no. There’s been a…..er…problem.
Peter: Strewth! Alright, spit it out, money boy. My sacks are over-due for a piss draining.
Accountant: The film’s gone a littler over budget.
Peter: You what? How much?
Accountant: Well, interestingly enough, the entire film can be done exactly how it was…er…..will be when it’s released, except….
Peter: Except bloody what you flaming galas?
Accountant: Well, you can have the film precisely the way intended, but there is not enough money to render ANY of the scenes with the dragon Smaug.
Peter: You gotta be fucking joking me.
Accountant: Nope, and conveniently enough, there’s definitely no money left, anywhere, at all. And no hope of getting it.
Peter: FUCK! Get me the fuckin’ props department!
Prop man: Hello, Peter. It is me. The prop man.
Peter: Prop man you cunt! What…what are we gonna do?
Prop: Well, I’e got it sorted out. We just…right….we…
Peter: What? Spit it out yer fuckin’ toilet!
Prop: We’ve still got Benedict Cumberlans. We can stick him in a dragon onesie and give him a loudhailer.
Peter: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! Oh well, maybe people won’t notice with the 3d in it.
Prop: We’ve knocked up a poster for it. Check it out.
Peter: What the FUCKIN’ HELL IS THIS? I’M FUCKIN’ RUINED! THEY’LL EAT ME ALIVE! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!