this just reminded me of being maybe 11 or 12 years old. very much a child of late cold war action slop and burgerland bullshit.

in my english class, one of the exercises we did involved "continuation stories" where we would all get out a piece of paper + pencil, and the instructor would give us 5 minutes and we would have to write some part of a story with a prompt like "introduce a character" or "something unexpected happens". super broad and basic. then we had to hand the paper back to the person behind us and take the one being handed to us from up front. then we would get a few minutes to familiarize ourselves with the story thus far, and then get 5 minutes to continue it. this would repeat a few times until maybe 4-5 people had created a story, and then each person would read aloud the entire story they had.

i distinctly remember more than one occasion where some normal ass story would be occurring ("the grandmother was sitting on a porch enjoying a sunset and heard a kitten meowing.") when it would suddenly become an 80s action movie, like "a black Mercedes pulls up with four armed men quickly exiting the vehicle carrying Uzis. grandma jumped back through the window and grabbed her shotgun. the cabin was riddled with bullets as grandma began loading the shotgun while laying against the wall."). completely out of control plot jumps. that would revert to something else, like grandma fled the action and jumped on a bus, grabbing the cat. or whatever. the final products were always a mess.

i wish i still had some of that b.s., because i bet they would be great material for a surreal short movie. or just hysterical to read through. i was definitely not the only young guy in class who watched way too many action movies with gunplay at that age.