Notes From Underground

AT RISE:

A Lenscrafters lab. GEORGE, a dude in a labcoat, stands in front of a table, fiddling with a pair of glasses. MARK, another dude, also in a labcoat enters. As a note, George is incapable of both irony and of lowering his voice. Also, over a small speaker setup, Beyonce is playing. Beyonce is always playing.

MARK:
Hey man, what's up?

GEORGE:
What! Hey player, you been chillin'?

MARK:
Yeah, pretty much.

GEORGE:
Cool, cool. Listen man, what'd you have for dinner last night?

MARK:
Uh, lasagna. I think.

GEORGE:
What!? Listen man, did it have chicken in it?

MARK:
Nope.

GEORGE:
That's crazy, son.

MARK:
Not really.

GEORGE:
Word.

MARK:
...What?

GEORGE:
Later, player!

George takes two steps to the left and stares at the table.

MARK:
What?

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.