Author: Peter Rogers

  • FSW: Cartoons Edition (Peter’s entry)

    Friday Sketch War
    Cartoons Edition
    “Frank Defeats the Angel of Death”

    FADE IN:

    TITLE CARD: “Frank Defeats the Angel of Death”

    INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

    FRANK, a cat, sleeps in a basket on a hardwood floor.

    He wears a collar with a name tag attached.

    A large Christmas tree sits in one corner of the living room, near the front door.

    A creepy- and androgynous-looking ANGEL with tiny wings sits atop the tree.

    A fire roars in the fireplace.

    Nearby, OLIVE (30s) holds a large drink and talks on her cell phone.

    OLIVE

    I’m just about ready for the dinner party.

    ANGLE ON FRANK

    — snoozing happily.

    OLIVE (O.S.)

    Thanks, I am so nervous. Both of my bosses will be here, and everyone from the book club.

    CLUNK.

    A red-ball Christmas-tree decoration rolls past Frank’s basket.

    Frank idly sharpens his claws on the basket, but doesn’t wake.

    OLIVE (O.S.)

    You’re right. I can make a good impression.

    CLUNK.

    Another Christmas-tree decoration rolls by.

    Frank opens one eye.

    OLIVE (O.S.)

    You and Terrill are bringing the fruit dip, right?

    Frank looks around, and is alarmed to see —

    AT THE TOP OF THE TREE

    The angel has sprung to life!

    OLIVE

    I know! I love guavas!

    BACK TO SCENE

    With malevolent glee, the angel flings another red-ball Christmas decoration at Olive.

    Olive, looking the other way, doesn’t notice.

    OLIVE

    Well, you’ll have to tell us all about the Caymans.

    The decoration misses her ricochets off the wall, and rolls underfoot.

    OLIVE

    I just love that little — WAAAGH!

    Olive trips on the decoration and lands on the floor next to the tree.

    The drink lands on the floor, making a puddle.

    Olive glances at the angel, and the angel reverts back to a motionless, innocent-looking ornament.

    OLIVE

    I tripped on a Christmas decoration.

    Frank blinks a few times, shakes his head, and looks up to see —

    — Olive standing in the puddle, phone in hand.

    OLIVE

    Really, I’m fine. Just clumsy.

    The angel now has a length of Christmas lights, frayed and sparking at one end.

    The angel lowers the live wire towards the puddle.

    OLIVE

    You know, I called Harry, but I think he has that — what, fundraiser thing?

    Closer.

    Closer.

    It’s an inch away from the puddle, and then —

    Frank leaps into the air!

    He grasps the Christmas lights midair, carrying the wire out of harm’s way.

    He lands in a heap in the corner.

    OLIVE

    What’s that? Oh, that’s just Frank.

    Frank, still holding the lights, un-heaps himself and sees —

    — the angel using a candy cane to skim down the lights like a zipwire.

    The angel lands on Frank.

    OLIVE

    Yeah — he runs from one room to another sometimes. Crazy. Cute, but crazy.

    Frank throws the angel off.

    The angel pulls a red ball off the tree and holds it menacingly.

    Frank looks smug and unworried.

    OLIVE

    Yeah. Yeah. But do you think Harry knows how he feels? — y’know, how he really feels?

    The angel cracks the ball into two jagged pieces, which he wields with martial-arts-style panache.

    Frank panics and grabs the nearest thing to hand. It’s a length of popcorn rope.

    They fight. Frank uses the rope to block one attack, then another.

    OLIVE

    Glenlivet, of course. I mean, it costs, but —

    Frank whips the rope around one jagged piece of metal, and rips the weapon out of the angel’s hand.

    Frank does the same to the other.

    OLIVE

    Absolutely. That is so right.

    Frank whips the rope at the angel, BUT —

    — the angel grabs the free end.

    Tug-of-war.

    The angel drags Frank off his feet and ties him up.

    OLIVE

    You know, I always get my dipping trays from the farmer’s market.

    The angel drags Frank toward the FIREPLACE.

    Frank struggles.

    Frank panics.

    Frank has an idea: he unsheaths his claws!

    OLIVE

    Yeah. It’s just there’s always something you overlook, y’know? Not until the last minute —

    Frank cuts himself free of the rope.

    He piles into the angel.

    The two of them disappear into the tree.

    They reappear a third of the way up the tree, fighting.

    They reappear two-thirds of the way up the tree, fighting.

    They reappear at the very top of the tree, fighting.

    OLIVE

    Oh, of course! You’re right. I’ll just have to make do without feta.

    Finally, Frank plants the angel firmly on the treetop, gets a series of good swats in, grabs the angel —

    — and flings him off the tree.

    The angel arcs downward, fluttering his tiny, ineffectual wings —

    — towards the FIREPLACE!

    (Think Die Hard.)

    FOOM!

    Crispy dead angel.

    Frank heaves a sigh of relief.

    And another.

    And now THE TREE IS TIPPING OVER.

    Frank makes a mad scramble, but it’s no use —

    — the tree smashes to the floor.

    Decorations scatter.

    Tinsel floats down.

    Frank slides across the hardwood to a stop.

    The front door OPENS to reveal —

    — a crowd of PARTY GUESTS.

    OLIVE

    Oh my god!

    Frank freezes with panic.

    OLIVE

    Frank!

    Frank tries to provide a quick, nonverbal explanation of everything that has happened so far.

    Halfway in, Olive scoops him up.

    OLIVE

    Aw, are you okay?

    GUEST #1

    I think the tree fell on him!

    Frank puts on a sad face.

    GUEST #2

    Let me give him some tuna!

    FADE TO:

    INT. LIVING ROOM – LATER

    Olive and the guests chat indistinctly.

    The tree stands upright, a bit disheveled.

    Frank, bloated and happy, eats the last of a big dish of tuna.

    He waddles back to his basket.

    He suddenly goes to the tree, nabs a length of popcorn rope off the tree, and returns to the basket.

    He holds the rope and eyes the room warily, but drifts off to sleep.

    FADE OUT.

  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘Resolutions’ Edition

    Finally catching up on my Friday Sketch War commentary. This past week, the FSW deadline fell on January second, so we went with the holiday-appropriate theme of “resolutions”.

    This time we had only two entries (*sniff*): this one from me and this one from Mr. Porter.[1] Alas, all the talk from local sketch-comedy types about joining in on this turned out to be just talk. (Ah well. Writing to a weekly deadline is hard work.)

    When I posted my entry, I mentioned on twitter that “I imagine I like [this sketch] better than most folks will”.

    Look, I recognize that this entry is very slight: man climbs mountain, man discovers that it’s now a tourist trap, end scene. But I still think it would play funnier than it reads. This script is more elliptical than usual. Riley talks around the fact that his wife died, probably recently. I don’t explicitly say that Jerry feels awful having to be the guy who reveals it’s no longer “the most secluded place in the world”, or how it breaks the spell of sharing a quiet, profound moment in the middle of nowhere.

    So I think there’s a good scene in there. I’ll bet if I expand it to three minutes or so, it’ll be something worth watching.

    It’s odd how this one came about. For the longest time I had a more straightforward and “think-y” concept for a sketch: a guy had hired somebody to enforce his adherence to a simple resolution (“Don’t eat donuts.”) The button would be a simple loop, where the enforcer’s enforcer came in to enforce the enforcer’s resolution (“Don’t use tasers on clients.”)

    But then I started listening to this song over and over again, which made me think of winter in places that actually have winter, and got me wondering what hiking through the snow might have to do with resolutions. Soon I had dumped my straightforward and promising sketch for this other, quirkier piece — something about a widower climbing a montain — that I felt like I needed to write.

    Mr. Porter’s piece was about angels who worked in a divine division devoted to getting mortals to break their new year’s resolutions. I think that’s a really strong concept, especially since he’s got Clarence (as in “Attaboy, Clarence!”, as in It’s a Wonderful Life), with his newly-acquired wings, as our viewpoint character.

    It stumbles in a few places. The scene’s setup is not in and of itself funny, so it needs to either become funny or become shorter. (I’m guessing the latter, in medias res-ifying route is the easier one.) I would have liked to see a greater variety in the ways the angels are tempting people — if it’s sketch comedy, and I’ve seen one perfectly normal form of temptation, I’m let down if the next form of temptation isn’t a bit batshit and unexpected. Basically, the tempting needs some way to be really funny in and of itself — that’s a good way to make the sketch funnier than just its original premise.

    And then there’s the button. I think I get what Mr. Porter was getting at — George Bailey’s bank got hit by some form of government regulation, and now Clarence is being punished. Or maybe that’s not it at all — I mean, why would Job (blessed man, lived righteously, yada yada) be there?

    So I guess the ‘regulators’ is just a quick one-off joke that’s not related to the sketch? If that’s the case, I’d probably delete it — unrelated material at the very very end only sows confusion (see above).

    No, this scene needs a button that ties in to the scene we’ve seen so far, and somehow cleverly inverts it. And yeah, no idea what that should be — although if Mr. Porter were an utter bastard, then Clarence’s first assignment would be George Bailey, no?

    I dunno. I harp on these flaws because I think the idea is strong, ergo I think there’s a good in scene in there. *shrug*

    __________
    [1] I again took on summary-writing duties.

  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘Christmas Presents’ Edition

    Still a bit behind in writing commentary on the Friday Sketch War. I thought I’d deliver a few words about the “Christmas Presents” round.

    We’d talked about maybe skipping the 12/26 week of sketchwar, on account of everybody’d be busy with the holidays. But a couple of us believed strongly in the “it’s easier to keep writing than to stop and then start again” school of writing. We compromised by having a week where we just wrote mini-scenes. Two lines of dialog. Like comedy-sketch haiku.

    The results of the “Sketch Skirmish” are here.

    I had fun with my little two-line thing. Given the freedom to toss off anything without worrying about developing it for a few pages, I wound up with the sort of mean-spirited surrealism that characterizes most of the humor in my immediate family. The other two competitors were more talk-y and think-y, which resulted in exchanges that were rather interesting, whereas mine was just a quick, “Wait, what just happened?!”

    All in all, I declare the compromise plan a success. We all were able to throw something together, and we were well-prepared to keep the train going the following week.

  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘3:34am’ Edition

    Hello — looks like I’ve fallen a bit behind in writing commentary on the Friday Sketch War.

    On December 19th, we all handed in sketches based on the theme “3:34am”. I had suggested “Santa”, “The Recording Studio”, and “3:34am” to Mr. Porter, and he opted for the weird one.[1]

    We had three sketches that week. I wrote this one, Mr. Porter wrote this one, and Mr. Robertson wrote this one. (I also wrote that week’s summary.)

    There is one and only one thing I was happy about with my own sketch. Specifically, I think I hit upon a structure for a comedy sketch that I’d like to use again.

    First, I need to back up and explain: sketches are different from scenes. Scenes are about a character who pursues an objective and overcomes adversity. Sketches are about something funny that happens, something funnier that happens, and then something even funnier that happens. Sure, you can write an amazing miracle-scene that does both, but it’s damn difficult. When scenes try to be sketches, they feel shallow and stupid. When sketches try to be scenes, they feel unfunny and pretentious.

    This structural difference makes scenes rather easy to end: you resolve the central conflict and the scene feels ‘done’. Sketches, on the other hand, are an absolute bear to end. All you have is a chain of funnier and funnier events, but nothing the audience cares about is at stake, so nothing you do will resolve that and make the sketch *feel like* it’s over. The best you can do is just write a hilarious joke, bring the lights down, and move on to the next thing before anybody notices.[2]

    But I think I did something clever with this. I introduced a situation: Sanjay is trying to make a presentation. Then the janitor comes by and interferes in ways that are increasingly wacky. And then the payoff at the end is that you realized the executives are preparing a LARP session. Suddenly the wacky janitor-actions all fit together, and that resolution makes the sketch feel like it’s finished.

    But like I said, that was the *only* thing I liked with that scene.[3] The topic just kicked my ass that week, I ran with the best idea I could cough up, and… meh. None of it made me laugh [4] — unlike my entries the previous two weeks, which had me giggling like mad.

    The previous two weeks were easier to write, too. The tragic thing about sketch-writing is that when I’m writing something funny, the first draft just ‘happens’. When I’m writing something lame, the first draft passes like a recalcitrant kidney stone. This was the latter.

    Anyway, the structure shows promise.

    I was happy to see Mr. Porter trying a “list sketch” this time ’round — I’d given it a shot for the “First Dates” round, and I was curious to see how the other sketchwar types might handle it. Instead of dates going wrong, Mr. Porter has a protagonist (Jared) who keeps getting woken up at 3:34am in various ways.

    I liked that it wasn’t totally a list sketch. It’s not just a list of ways to get woken up, it’s a series of wakings-up in chronological order, so we follow Jared through one damn thing after another, and the sketch has a through-line with Jared getting more and more frustrated.

    I think it generally works. There’s a solid button, with Jared cooped up in a loony bin, but happy.[5] The ‘traveling to various quiet parts of the world’ is a nice way of upping the ante.

    Yet I found myself wishing that the things that went wrong for Jared would get crazier. Basically, I want the audience thinking two things: (1) “Surely *nothing* can go wrong *now*”, and (2) “Oh, god, there’s no *way* he would have thought to guard against *that*!” I think we’ve all had that moment where we’ve made perfect plans to stave off some Horrid Thing That Keeps Going Wrong, and then the universe still finds a way to screw us — so there’s something deeply satsifying about seeing it happen to a protagonist.[6]

    No word from Mr. Robertson about wanting sharp and/or pointy criticism, so I’ll kick back and make a few vague statements. I love the situation: Santa gives up on just knowing which kids are naughty and nice, and commences hard-core interrogations. And turning it political (“I pop down the wrong chimney one night and BOOM! I’m a hostage with a ransom video showing 24/7 on Al Jazeera.”) is perfectly appropriate.

    I think it just needs paring down — sketches longer than a few minutes tend to get stale (y halo thar Saturday Night Live). Go over it, make it two-thirds as long, and it’ll get 50% funnier.

    On a technical note, its prose is too novel-y and needs to be more screenplay-y. Any decent screenwriting book should have pointers about that.

    And that’s it for the 12/19 edition of Friday Sketch War. I am now one week closer to being caught up.

    ______________
    [1] Side note: I like this method of picking a topic, though — that is, having several people throw out suggestions and one person pick from those. It makes the eventual topic no one person’s responsibility, and by “responsibility” I mean “fault”, and by “fault”, I mean, “It’s bloody difficult to come up with something funny to say about 3:34am.”

    This way, it’s kind of like giving only one real bullet to a firing squad.

    [2] See also: Monty Python, who almost never ended their scenes, but just segued through from one to the next. Side note: even with comedy sketches that I love, I can rarely remember how they end.

    [3] Okay, and I was happy with the voice for Mr. Abbas.

    [4] Also, this stage direction was ‘for the lose’: “A wall clock tells us it’s 3:34. The darkened windows along the wall tell us it’s 3:34am.” Too precious by half on that bit.

    [5] … though I might have reversed it — shown the clock at the nurse’s station first, *then* revealed happy!Jared in his padded cell.

    [6] It also sets up a game between the audience and the writer — the audience tries to guess how the writer can possibly screw over the hero *now*, right up to the point when the screwing-over transpires.

  • Friday Night Sketch War: Resolutions Edition

    Howdy folks, Peter here.

    Coyote has finally made it back stateside, but apparently he found a stash of something aboard that commandeered Catalina 22-foot sloop. (Ah, the rich — they always keep their exciting pharmaceuticals close at hand.) He’s still a bit how-you-say “altered” this week, but I’m sure once he stops telling his invisible-walrus friend about all the pretty colors he’s smelling, Coyote will be back on sketchwar-summary duty.

    This week, in honor of the (Gregorian) New Year, our topic was “resolutions”, a topic that evidently weakened the resolve of all but two sketch-warriors:

    And lo, the eternal battle continues: stay tuned for next week, when we enter the squared circle of pain with sketches about cartoons!

    As always, Sketch War is open to anyone who wants to participate. All you have to do this week is write a sketch about cartoons and contact us at sketchwar at dreamloom dot com.

  • Sketch War, "Resolutions" Edition, Peter’s Entry

    Friday Sketch War
    Resolutions Edition
    “Mount Waxahachie”

    FADE IN:

    INT. SNOWY FOREST CLEARING – DAY

    JERRY (20s) sits in a quiet spot in the woods on a cold winter day. He holds a hamburger wrapped in wax paper.

    RILEY (50s) enters, exhausted and weighed down with hiking equipment. He sits and takes in the view.

    JERRY

    Cold for climbing, man.

    RILEY

    Yeah. Every year, January first, Theresa — my wife — she’d resolve to climb Mount Waxahachie. But…

    He shrugs.

    RILEY

    I guess I did this for her.

    JERRY

    Nice.

    RILEY

    She always said it was the most secluded place in the world, even though she’d never seen it.

    JERRY

    Oh. Yeah.

    RILEY

    So you must have climbed up the southeast approach?

    JERRY

    I work at the gift shop. They put in a pretty major road last year.

    O. S. a car RUMBLES BY, HONKING while its passengers HOOT and HOLLER.

    PASSENGER (O.S.)

    Party on Mount Waxahachie!

    Jerry gets up to leave.

    JERRY

    Customers.

    He hands Riley the hamburger.

    JERRY

    My Waxa-burger is still warm.

    He exits.

    Riley peevishly tosses away the burger.

    At the same time, another car RUMBLES PAST O.S.

    PASSENGER #2 (O.S.)

    Don’t litter, old dude!

    Riley gets up and trudges back the way he came.

    FADE OUT.

  • Friday Night Sketch Skirmish: Christmas Presents Edition

    Coyote is indisposed for another week, but he reports back that Turkish prisons are surprisingly easy to escape from and that Mediterranean yachts are surprisingly easy to commandeer, so he’ll be back for wrapups next week.

    This time around: sure it was Christmas, sure we were all busy, but the Sketch War train stops for no holiday! Well, okay, it does slow down a bit — this week we did a one-time only “sketch skirmish” of two-line scenes on the topic “Christmas Presents”.

    Stay tuned for next week, when we ring in the new year with sketches about resolutions!

    As always, Sketch War is open to anyone who wants to participate. All you have to do this week is write a sketch about resolutions and contact us at sketchwar at dreamloom dot com.

  • Sketch Skirmish, "Christmas Presents" Edition, Peter’s Entry

    Friday Sketch Skirmish
    Christmas Presents Edition
    “Christmas Presents”

    FADE IN:

    INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

    Christmas tree. Fireplace. Cozy.

    MAN 1 cheerfully hands MAN 2 a wrapped present.

    Man 2 takes it and walks O. S.

    Sounds of unwrapping.

    MAN 2

    Gahhh! Spiders! SPIDERS!!!

    AAAAAHH —

    A door SLAMS.

    MAN 1

    (scoffs)

    Expensive spiders.

    FADE OUT.

  • Friday Night Sketch War: 3:34am Edition

    Coyote is temporarily indisposed, and has left it to me to sum up the latest Friday Sketch War. Since I’m lazy, I’ll subcontract the job out to Mr. Joey Weitzman:


    Alright, this week they didn’t <bleep> around, they were all, “Yeah, we’re so <bleep>ing hard we can do any <bleep>ing topic we want.”

    So somebody was all, “Oh yeah? <bleep> it, let’s write sketches about ‘3:34am’!”

    And another <bleep> was all, “That’s not funny at all!”

    And then they punched that guy in the face. And they said, “Yeah, this week’s <bleep>ing topic is 3:34am! We can do this <bleep> because we are bad-<bleep> mother<bleep>ers.”

    • So then Coyote writes this sketch about Jared, who’s just tryin’ to sleep, man. I’ll bet that, like, he’s really a ninja, and he’s all “<bleep> it, my master says not to bust out killing people,” and he’s all, like, conflicted and stuff.
    • And then Ken’s like, “Whut whut?” and he throws down this sketch about Santa. Yeah, you might think Santa’s all weak and <bleep>. Think again. Santa will <bleep> you up.
    • And finally Peter slammed down this one, which is like THIS CLOSE to having a unicorn in it. Yeah, you might think you’re awesome, but you’re sure as <bleep> not UNICORN-AWESOME.

    I don’t know which fighter won, but I do know for positively <bleep>ing certain that that “not-funny” lost. Yeah.


    Thanks, Joey!

    This coming Friday is the day after Christmas, so we have a unique holiday challenge. The “Sketch Skirmish” is to come up with the best two-line scene on the topic “Christmas Presents”. Then, on January second, we resume normal Sketch Wars.

  • Sketch War, "3:34am" Edition, Peter’s Entry

    Friday Sketch War
    3:34AM Edition
    “Building Maintenance”

    BLACKNESS

    A light SWITCHES ON to REVEAL —

    INT. CONFERENCE AREA – NIGHT

    SANJAY walks into an ad-hoc meeting-space in a vast, dark office floor. It has a couple of couches and a coffee table.

    A projection screen (now blank) occupies a nearby wall.

    A large mechanical device sits in the middle of the area.

    A wall clock tells us it’s 3:34. The darkened windows along the wall tell us it’s 3:34am.

    Sanjay wears a nice suit. He chugs down a big mug of coffee as he walks in.

    He puts down the mug. Takes a breath.

    A NOISE from the darkness.

    Sanjay peers around. Nothing.

    SANJAY

    Screen on.

    The projection screen blips on. It shows MR. ABBAS, sitting somewhere expensive and sunny and staring at the screen.

    MR. ABBAS

    Four minutes late.

    SANJAY

    Oh. I can explain.

    MR. ABBAS

    I’m kidding! It’s a joke!

    SANJAY

    Ha.

    MR. ABBAS

    You can be late — it is, what, three in the morning where you are?

    OMINOUS SOUNDTRACK MUSIC fades in on the office PA system.

    SANJAY

    We pride ourselves on professionalism, sir. We’re more than happy to accommodate your schedule, because…

    He trails off. Where the hell did that music come from?

    MR. ABBAS

    Is that music?

    SANJAY

    Yes. Is that a problem?

    MR. ABBAS

    No, just show this machine to me.

    SANJAY

    Of course, sir.

    In the background, a JANITOR enters and lays a long piece of brightly-colored TAPE on the floor. Sanjay hasn’t noticed him yet —

    SANJAY

    This is just a model of the EP-71, but — bwah!

    That’s Sanjay noticing the janitor.

    MR. ABBAS

    What?

    SANJAY

    Just one moment, sir. Screen off.

    Screen blips off.

    The janitor finishes laying down the length of tape. Sanjay just stares at him. By way of explanation —

    JANITOR

    Tuesday night. So I tape.

    — and off he goes.

    SANJAY

    Screen on. Sorry, I —

    MR. ABBAS

    I have no time. Show me this machine! Now!

    SANJAY

    This is just a model, but it demonstrates —

    Janitor re-enters, dumping a pile of small beanbags behind the tape line. Off Sanjay’s look —

    JANITOR

    Tuesday!

    He re-exits.

    SANJAY

    — demonstrates the drilling capabilities of the real device.

    The janitor re-enters, moves the couches to the wall while Sanjay soldiers on.

    SANJAY

    The innovative design saves over 30% in spillage and —

    The janitor starts dragging the machine away.

    SANJAY

    Screen off!

    Screen blips off.

    SANJAY

    What the hell! What are you doing?

    JANITOR

    Tuesday!

    SANJAY

    Please just leave this machine here. Please.

    Janitor shrugs, exits.

    SANJAY

    Screen on.

    Screen blips on.

    SANJAY

    Sorry about that. Now —

    ANNE (O.S.)

    Lightning bolt!

    A beanbag hits Sanjay in the head.

    SANJAY

    What?

    And suddenly a bunch of EXECS, including ANNE and the CEO, rush in.

    They’re dressed in Ren Faire/fantasy costumes, brandishing Nerf swords, and throwing beanbags at one another while shouting D&D spell names: “Magic missile!”, “Heal!”, et cetera. (Anne only ever says “Lightning bolt!”)

    The CEO wears a hood that conceals his face.

    They nearly knock Sanjay down in the bustle.

    The CEO triumphantly jumps behind the tape.

    CEO

    Aha! The forces of Melchior have activated the magic wall!

    Anne throws a beanbag at him.

    ANNE

    Lightning bolt!

    CEO

    ‘Magic wall’.

    ANNE

    Sorry.

    The CEO sees the beanbag pile.

    CEO

    And now we have a stash of new spells!

    A few execs cheer.

    SANJAY

    What are you people doing?

    The CEO pulls back the hood.

    CEO

    Live-action D&D, Sanjay.

    SANJAY

    Oh. Boss. Hi.

    MR. ABBAS

    This is not good! And unprofessional!

    CEO

    You’re meeting with Abbas now? During the game?

    SANJAY

    Game?

    CEO

    Fix this.

    The CEO leads the EXECS away.

    CEO (O.S.)

    This castle is protected by an evil wizard! We must escape!

    Sanjay faces the screen. Mr. Abbas is not happy.

    SANJAY

    I — this isn’t — let’s get back to the machine —

    MR. ABBAS

    I’m kidding! It is fine. I play like that all the time. I am a fifth-level bard.

    SANJAY

    I — what?

    MR. ABBAS

    But — no time. Do this again same time tomorrow?

    SANJAY

    Okay. Sure.

    MR. ABBAS

    Screen off.

    The screen blips off.

    Sanjay collapses on a couch.

    ANNE (O.S.)

    Lightning bolt!

    A beanbag flies in from offscreen and hits Sanjay in the head.

    He lies down and goes to sleep.

    BLACKOUT.