Monday, May 25, 2009

Easter Egg #2

I've written a lot of sketches. Here is the first I ever wrote. It has yet to be finished, let alone performed.


The Collector



Fade in lights

Paul sits in a chair ad places pencils in Ziploc Baggies.

Rob enters



Rob: Let’s go! The movie starts in ten minutes!


Paul: Just one second. I need to preserve these pencils


Rob: Ok, but jus…what? What are you doing?


Paul: Preparing my nest egg.


Rob: Saving pencils?


Paul: Rob, I’m a writer. One day I’ll be famous and these pencils, with which I used to write my stories, will be worth lots of money.


Rob: That’s just stupid. Now let’s go!


Paul: I’m just thinking of my future. Hand me that hefty bag will you.



Rob impatiently hands Paul a hefty bag lying on the ground


Paul covers the chair.


Rob gives a what-the-hell-are-you-doing gesture.



Paul: Oh, well, you see…. I sat in the chair while I wrote my novels. This is now a prized collectible.



Paul ties off the end of the hefty bag as Rob picks up a bucket.



Rob: Why do you have a bucket of mud in the house?


Paul: Yesterday I walked in the woods and thought about my next novel. I stepped in some mud. I estimate it’ll sell for 2,000 dollars.


Rob: Paul?



Paul approaches Rob and places a hand on his shoulder.



Paul: Rob? Trust me, ok. I know what the people want.



Paul backs up, giving a puzzled look.



Rob: What’s the matter?


Paul: Give me your shirt. I just touched it


Rob: No, I just paid $30 for this at Nordstrom.


Paul: Rob, I just touched your shirt, it’s now valuable.



Rob reluctantly removes the shirt.



Paul: When it sells for 10 grand I’ll be sure to reimburse you. You can be so selfish.


Rob: Can we please just go now?


Paul: I feel like I’m missing something. The pencil, the chair, the mud, the shirt…. they’re all great, but I need to offer those salivating fans something intimate from my life.



Rob turns his back to Paul.



Rob: Well, what do you feel closest to? What have you gone without for years? What do you cherish?


Paul: You’re right!!



Paul chokes Rob to death


Quietly, and professionally, Paul gets another hefty bag from the ground, and slides it over Rob’s body.



Paul: An author’s best friend. You sir, will be worth some money!



Fade out lights.