Zog had to think for a moment before he remembered who Lavin was.
After filming *Silence of the Lambs*, Zog had Lavin booked solid with endorsement deals and all sorts of other gigs. As a result, his income far exceeded his level of fame.
However, Zog took most of the money he earned as aggressive debt repayment.
That is, until he was sent to a refugee camp to act as a sort of mascot.
After lying low for a while, he had somehow managed to produce a script.
'Looks like his schedule wasn't packed tightly enough...'
That was just a little joke. The perks at Zog Group were actually outstanding compared to its competitors.
Many employees had time to develop their own side hustles.
Zog decided to take a close look at Lavin's script. He was getting tired of watching dailies anyway; reading some text would be a nice change of pace.
"*Old Clothes*. A strange name."
Zog opened the script.
It was in standard script format. 'Lavin must have specifically studied how to write one.'
