After looking at an incredibly large family group picture, I start wondering about my family's history. In a flashback, I become one of my ancestors, a teenager during World War I who is constantly at odds with his grandfather. He doesn't want to join the war. His grandfather is constantly pointing a shotgun at him and making him go through various obstacles. When he tries to defend himself with one of two rifles he's carrying, he can't seem to work either. Also, everything's all grainy like an old movie.
(At this point, I will refer to my ancestor in first person.)
At one point, this conversation happens.
Me: We should remake this in a few years, where I'm playing a shooting gallery game, and it takes place during the war with Iraq. The first one, though, the one in...
Grandfather: Kuwait?
Me: Yeah, Kuwait.
Grandfather: Wait a minute. How do you know there's going to be shooting gallery games?
I realize I've made a mistake and start panicking. I grab the camera that's been filming this scene and cut out the section of film that contains the previous exchange. Then I summon some character named "Skokie" and tell him to "lose this scene." He disappears with the footage, which becomes the mythical "lost scene" from the movie.
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