AT RISE:
A plate of cookies. A MAN walks in, stops when he sees the cookies. His face contorts in a mask of rage as he pulls a handgun, storms over to the cookies, and holds the gun an inch from their collective, delicious faces.
MAN:
You know what this is about.
A heartbeat of silence. Then, a bag of cocaine shoots out of the middle of the cookies. The Man catches the bag.
MAN:
Amatuer.
He runs off, cackling. The cookies remain impassive.
BLACKOUT. END PLAY.
14 years ago

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