Jim stares blankly at John. Wondering how the hell this could even work.

“You want us to make a movie?”

“Yes!” nodded John,

“Do you have the equipment to make a movie?”

“Yes” John nodded intently,

“Do you have experience making media that grants you the skills to create something that is as complex as an hour and a half long collection of pictures flashing into the eyeballs of the common man, mainly known as a film John?”

John just gave a huge smile.

“May I ask John. Did you borrow my credit card yet again to get the equipment you claim to have”?

“Ye-” Jim tackles John to the floor and starts rustling violently on the carpet,

“where's my credit card John? I can't sleep without worrying about you doing something like this. I am not sleeping out on the streets again because of your terrible ideas ”

“Ah! Calm down I didn't spend any of your money, I just used your name and information to enter us into the competition and get the prize money transferred to us.”

Jim stops moving and stands on his knees.

“Prize money?”

“Yea. I entered us into a film making competition and

if we come first place we win ten-thousand euro-”

“Ten thousand euro?”

Jim quickly gets off the carpet.

“That will help pay your debt and get us out of this apartment. I bookmarked a good place for us a few months ago. It has two beds, a heater, a shower that comes with a showerhead, walls with no holes that your neighbour's dog can crawl through and then have a misunderstanding with that same neighbour who will call the police accusing you of stealing their dog because they're an asshole and a working doorknob.”

“Jim” John interrupted “these just sound like the basic requirements of an apartment.”

“That's what makes it great. And I nearly forgot about the best part”

A single tear starts to slowly fall from Jim's left eye, and he wipes it away with the sleeve of his shirt

“13.6 megabit internet connection.”

Silence shortly after fills the room

“I'm-- done talking.”

“You want your credit card back?”

“Yes please”