Powder

AT RISE:

SNOW! Snow every-goddamn-where! Whiteout conditions sweep the theatre, audiences are blown about by gake force winds, and everywhere, everywhere, everywhere snow! AN INDISTINCT BLOB, MOST LIKELY A HUMAN enters.

IBMLAH:
Holy shit, that's a lot of snow!

The IBMLAH is quickly covered over by pure, white, powdered cocaine. And by cocaine, I mean SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

IBMLAH:
And tomorrow? SLUSH!

WHITEOUT. END PLAY.