Better Than Cheesecake - Commercial break 2

DE LA COEUR CATERING: SPACE SURVIVAL WITH FLAVOR SINCE 2947

VOICEOVER (PRE-COMMERCIAL):

"We sure hope you're enjoying the predicament our protagonist has fallen into. Before starting the next thrilling installment, a word from our sponsor."

SCENE DESCRIPTION:

[Fade in to Giuseppe Verdi's "Anvil Chorus" - a dramatic contrast to the mundane mining life we're about to witness]

MONTAGE - SPACE MINER'S DAILY GRIND:

Our rugged miner squinting at contract terms on a holographic display. Impatient toe-tapping in an endless line at the refining center. A thousand-yard stare out the Prospector's viewport during the daily commute. Traffic chaos outside a space station - ships honking, pilots gesturing angrily. Our miner mouthing curses as two vessels collide, causing further delays. Close-up of weary eyes watching mining laser slowly fracture an asteroid. MINER'S SHIP - CONTINUOUS: [An unmistakable stomach growl interrupts the monotony - loud enough to make the mining sensors briefly spike overload]

The miner sighs, powers down the laser, and stretches with an audible CRACK of the spine. Massaging a clearly sore posterior, he shuffles toward the habitation module.

En route, he passes a bathroom door adorned with a pinup of a stunning woman in a form-fitting red flight suit, provocatively bending to collect gemstones from a pile of mined ore.

At the food processor, an annoyingly cheerful interface flashes:

`REFILL NEEDED - PLEASE RESUPPLY AT NEAREST STATION`

MINER: "You've gotta be kidding me..."

Desperate, he activates his MobiGlas, scrolling through nearby food options:

Cardboard-looking sandwiches Hot dogs that appear mysteriously both dried-out AND greasy "Premium Vegan Omni-Packs" The miner retches dramatically at the vegan option. Just as despair sets in, a pulsing golden advertisement appears: ````DE LA COEUR CATERING TASTE THE UNIVERSE`

MINER'S POV: [His eyes widen as holographic images of exquisite cuisine materialize around him - perfectly grilled steaks, decadent desserts, exotic alien delicacies]

With trembling fingers, he places an order, then obsessively checks the delivery timer.

MOMENTS LATER:

[KNOCK KNOCK]

Hope glimmers in the miner's eyes. He practically lunges for the airlock controls.

The door slides open to reveal an RSI Phoenix Emerald, its emerald surface catching starlight like a cosmic jewel. Standing in the doorway is the PINUP WOMAN herself, every bit as stunning as her picture. Her red spacesuit hugs every curve as she holds out a crystalline container labeled "M.E.S.S. Kit - Mining Essentials & Survival Supplies."

DELIVERY WOMAN: (sultry voice) "Someone ordered... satisfaction?"

The miner can only nod dumbly as she hands over the kit, her fingers briefly brushing his. As she turns to leave, she offers a view that perfectly matches her pinup, glancing over her shoulder with a wink before disappearing into her ship's elevator.

The Phoenix departs in a cloud of iridescent engine plasma that somehow forms heart shapes in the vacuum.

MINER'S QUARTERS - MOMENTS LATER:

The miner lovingly unpacks gourmet dishes that steam enticingly despite the laws of thermodynamics. He discovers a note with the De La Coeur logo inside a heart, complete with a crimson lipstick kiss. Sighing contentedly, he takes his first bite and closes his eyes in pure bliss.

[Fade to De La Coeur logo and MobiGlas contact information]

VOICEOVER (CLOSING):

"De La Coeur Catering - In space, no one can hear your stomach growl... but everyone will notice your smile after De La Coeur."

[Beat]

"And now we rejoin our exciting space opera - 'Better Than Cheesecake' - Chapter Three: 'Tuna Salad Sandwich or Fillet-eO's?' Buckle up and settle in as we find out how our protagonist escapes the conundrum concerning those malodorous pirates."