The booklet says "plain language," then unloads jargon. A retired lineman takes every term literally; a dry narrator corrects him with the real facts. This board locks the cast and the look before storyboarding. Nothing here is a final frame.
The first pass came out cheesy: bright sitcom lighting, mugging faces, low-angle hero shots. The fix is tonal, not technical — the world stays mundane and still; only the misunderstanding is absurd. Same gag, both versions, below.


Casting decision made: the main character is the young recently-retired player from Aaron's footage, locked as the Higgsfield anchor (nfl-hero-marcus). Three seasons in the league, three seasons out. It sharpens the takeaway: the guy checking his Credited Seasons looks like this, not like a 30-year retiree.



Earlier casting explorations, kept for the record:



The straight man's straight man. He never acknowledges the joke either — he's just genuinely pleased about the enormous document. Options run from Fielder-adjacent to full 1970s educational film.



Everything happens in one mundane suburban house. Wood paneling, plaid upholstery, raking morning light, a bathroom that hasn't changed since 1987. These frames define the production design and the grade for every shot.



Host pats the enormous "plain language" booklet. Tries to lift it. Keeps smiling.
Lineman opens it; hard cut to chest-deep paper. "Plain language."
Slow double-bicep flex, held, dead serious. Narrator corrects.
Steps on tiny scale like a man at the gallows. "The scale can't help you, Marcus."
Flashlight under the rug. "...hello?" Nobody is under the rug.
One index card: 3 SEASONS = VESTED. IT'S YOURS. FOREVER. "That's it?" "That's it."
One confetti burst. Neither man reacts. A normal-sized check, examined approvingly.
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