"Back to hell, devil!"
Clad in a leather jacket, Jenna scolded, "This world isn't for you to tread!"
Robert faced the camera and delivered the first line of his life, "Rotting church, more foul than hell itself, hunter, you've come to the wrong place, you should be exorcising demons at the church!"
He waved at Martin, "Take her out!"
Martin lunged from the stage, Jenna drew her sawed-off shotgun from her leg and pulled the trigger.
Robert screamed in agony, blasted away.
At that moment, Benjamin called cut and announced the scene was good.
Robert climbed up from the sponge mat, visibly excited, and asked, "How was my line? How did I do?"
Martin came over and slapped him on the back, "Awesome."
Robert's face broke into a grin, "So this is what it feels like to play a speaking role, amazing!"
Martin had had that experience, took off his clawed gloves, handed them to the prop master, and went to rest as Robert still had a few scenes to shoot.
