Metropolis. The "Blaze Comics" office of Skip Andrews... Where it's so quiet, you can hear the sales figures drop.
Skip sits at his desk, slumped over several pages of unfinished artwork. Short pencils and half-empty cups of coffee litter his desk. His messy hair falls in his face as he opens a new pack of Rolaids.
"Another day, another Rolaid. I've taken so many of these, my stomach has a whiter coating than the slopes at Aspen," he narrates to himself. "How do I spell relief? A-R-T-W-O-R-K. Will somebody puh-lease call Marty and ask him exactly when he's bringing his latest opus?"
Why did I sign on as managing editor anyway? I could've taken a job with a less nerve-wracking outfit -- he ponders, -- like the bomb squad!
A woman lurks by Skip's doorway, a frown staining her face.
"Skip? I got in touch with Marty. He's not coming in with the Astro Teens pencils today..." Skip's head sinks as she continues. "He says he stuck the wrong end of his pencil into the electric sharpener and got the shock of his life. His hair won't stop standing on end."
Skip smirks. "Tell him he should see mine. I'm tearing it out in clumps."
The woman leaves his office, and Andrews stands, kicking over a small trash-can by his desk.
"That's the tenth book that'll ship late this month!The distributors are going to let me hear about this!"
His face scowls as his mind searches for a solution. "And for what? Another book that will only be an average seller! I need something that will really catch on... Not like Commander Courageous or the Astro Teens... But something that will really give us that boost we're looking for!"
Skip glances down at his newspaper, the headline reads 'Booster Gold -- Hottest New Hero!'
"B-b-b-boost? Heyyy... You know... It's not a bad idea!"
Meanwhile, at the Metropolis Athletic Club...
Two men make their laps around the gym-room, chatting as they go.
"So it's $2,500,000 for 'Booster Gold the Motion Picture', but $5,000,000 for each sequel! Whadday' say, Booster?"
"Don't make my sides ache, Conrad. You know this thing'll be bigger than 'Gremlins, 'Goonies', and 'Gone with the Wind'! $5,000,000 to start."
A woman on a stationary bike smiles at Booster Gold as he passes. "Hi, Booster! How's it going?"
"Smooth as silk, Tanya."
Booster's jogging partner wheezes. "$5,000,000...? Ridiculous! $3,500,000 and you can play yourself!"
"I expected to play myself!" Booster flashes an arrogant smirk. "Throw in of merchandising and points!"
"Merchandising? Points?? We don't give that to Stallone!" Booster and the negotiator make their way to the locker room.
"Can Stallone pick up a car and demolish it with one hand?" He hands a towel to his flustered companion.
An unnamed Senator amkes his way past the duo. "Good to see you, Buster!"
"That's Booster, Senator!" Gold flashes another charming smile.
"Look," says the negotiator reluctantly, "I'll go as far as $4,250,000. That's it."
Booster jumps out of the shower, drying off. "That's a shame, Conrad! I'll just have to do as my agent advised me and sign with Universal instead!"
"Gaaak! Universal!? Okay, okay! $5,000,000 plus 10% of merchandising and points. Deal?"
Booster emerges from the lockers, donned in his full costume.
"... You drive a hard bargain!"
Booster clips on his cape, and smiles for the crowd outside the locker room. "Now, about that sequel we mentioned. I think 'Booster Gold II' sounds too ordinary, don't you? How about... 'Booster Gold: The Legend Lives On!'"
Ohhh, boy! Booster ponders, Just when you thought it would be safe to go back to the bargaining table...!