Chocolate

AT RISE:

A SCIENTIST warms up unwrapped snickers bars with a bunsen burner and sticks them together in a crude stick-figure effigy of a man. When the job is complete he takes a step back to admire his handiwork, but instead of jubilation, the life drains from his face.

SCIENTIST:
Sweet Lord! What have I done? I have flown too close to the face of the sun and spat in the very face of God!

He cowers in fear. The Snickers Man remains impassive.

SCIENTIST:
I shall be thrice damned for this monstrosity that I have inflicted upon our unsuspecting world! This...this homunculus of fat and nougat shall spell out the end times and sing the song that ends the world! Until the last man perishes in a ball of flame, my name shall be spat out as a curse, a fairy story used to scare the children of the world and prove the existence of evil! Damn whatever cursed inspiration was whispered in my ear by the Devil himself to bring forth into the world such a monster!

The Snickers Man, slightly melty, falls over. The Scientist falls to his knees.

SCIENTIST:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.