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| David Mastron—Controller |
| David was born 14,000,000 years ago on the planet Kronos near the black hole at the center of Andromeda. He was sent to Earth to learn the ways of the human race in order to send back sensitive information to his home planet for the purposes of conquering Earth and bringing it under submission. So far, after having been here for 48 years, he has learned little, so world domination is a ways off yet. It just seems that things have not gone according to the master plan. As a matter of fact, he can’t even get a call back from the Kronian warlords. Noting a common quote about the best laid plans of mice and men, he’d add “world-conquering space aliens” to the list. David now hails from Bellflower, the custom car capital of the universe.
David has spent approximately one and one-half years altogether in his car commuting, a bit longer than it took to travel the wormhole from Andromeda to Earth. In an effort to reduce the amount of time spent on the road, David recently purchased a motorcycle. He has been accused of experiencing a midlife crisis because of this and the fact that his hair has grown a bit longer lately. Things could be worse. How he ever ended up in accounting, God only knows, as the concept of accounting does not exist on Kronos. That being said, David has nearly 20 years experience in production accounting in the feature film and commercial production world, but he sure hopes they leave that off of his epitaph. As a matter of fact, he hopes that his epitaph is a long time from being composed, maybe another 14,000,000 years or so. Maybe he should sell the motorcycle. If we owe you money, it’s coming. If you owe us money, cough up. |
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