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Morty and Steve in the booth.
BANG!
M: AHHHH!! No! Thug #2’s gun is NOT supposed to fire for 30 pages.
S: They might recover.
Grandpa: (From on stage) Oh, uh … Hurk! You got me!
M: Ugh, Grandpa can’t die! He’s got plot relevant dialogue!
S: They might NOT recoveer!
Thug #1: (From on stage) Oh, uh, hey it’s a flesh wound. Uh, he’s gonna make it!
M: Woo! Thug #1 with the save!
Thug#2: (From on stage) Nope, he’s dead.
S: Yes! It’s IMPROV NIGHT now!
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Wuggles and Morty in the booth. Wuggles is asleep.
M(On headset): Stand-by lights.
M(On headset): Your Act II nap is over. Please confirm the stand-by.
M: (Readying her finger. On headset): Last chance.
Morty mercilessly and repeatedly pokes Wuggles on the head.
W: Ow! I’m standing-by! Quit poking me! Ow!
M: (Looking at her script. On headset): Lights go.
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Morty enters the theater where Cass is building. Probably screwing in the decking.
“VRRRR!” goes the drill.
M: O.K. Cass, Help is here! What are we building?
C: Nothing. Go home. I don’t need help.
M: But your email said today was a work call.
C: “Work Call” i what I say when I don’t want people in the space! If I’d wanted people here, I’d have said there’d be pizza.
M: (dejected) But I brought my own hammer.
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Morty and Wuggles are eating dinner. Fast food from Doomsday Sandwiches again.
M: I am really tired of eating all this fast food.
W: Yeah, me too …
W: But at least we haven’t been reduced to raiding CONCESSIONS like some kind of WILD ANIMALS.
Steve sits down next to them with dozens of bags of chips, candy bars, and soda. Morty and Wuggles are aghast.
S: HEESSSKK! My food! Not for you! Go away!
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