Unavoidable

AT RISE:

A HOBO WIZARD stands before a garbage can, filthy, yet resplendant in once-colorful robes. He speaks to a piece of cheese.

HOBO WIZARD:
I wasn't always like this, you know. I was like you, once.

CHEESE:
I know, old friend. I know.

Silent tears course down the Hobo Wizard's cheeks.

CHEESE:
No regrets, chum. There's no time left for regret.

The Hobo Wizard nods. Then, he takes a thoughful bite out of the cheese.

HOBO WIZARD:
Give my regards to Valhalla.

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.