(Eff lays on his back on a table, motionless)
G1: (whispering) I don't know what do you think?
G2: I don't know what do you think?
G3: I don't know I say we leave him here.
2: the way he looks? We'd be better hanging him in the street.
2: I'm telling both of you-
2: that we have to do something big here. And yes, leaving him here would be an outstanding solution to our otherwise precarious situation, but it's lazy, I feel, AND hanging him in the street doesn't seem like a completely tasteless option, but if I'm speaking freely-
2: - then I would say let's not completely abandon these ideas - cuz they're good, but let's see if they're are any other possible fixes. We could pawn him off to someone else.
1: nobody's gonna want this burlap sack.
2: does he even look alive? And no not like a sex trade.
3: he looks alive enough, sure.
1: sure? People who say sure are people who don't ever give a shit, trust me I know these people. Sure is a 4 letter word-
1: so let's not use that language around here! Because it is indicative of indifference and I will not have it!
2: this is a crucial time for us all.
3: we can't waste time being negative.
1: (ducking out of the way) we make him a child slave!
2: no that's worse than the sex trade also don't use that word. We need to make a statement. And we can't make a statement unless-
3: unless we end it with a period!
2: yes, actually. We need to work all this out so in the end, the very bitter end, we make a huge kerplow of a period BAM there's a full Nelson it's gotta be like that.
2: so let's sit him up here, get to know him and find out what he wants before we do anything crazy.
1: more than fair I'd say.
(They all work to get Eff upright in a chair. His limbs are limp, his head is limp, for all they know he feels dead)
3: this old boy is heavy.
(1 slaps Eff across the face) WHERE WERE YOU ON THE NIGHT OF OCTOBER 28TH HUH!?!?
2: stop! what the hell are you doing!?
1: I thought we were getting to know him?
2: not like that! You're gonna ruin this whole thing for us I swear to god-
3: you coulda ripped his head off.
1: I'll try something else. (To Eff) Who's your employer?
2: we are man. He works for us.
3: (to Eff) how'd you find us then, bub?
1: yeah you use some fancy google maps or somethin?
2: no you guys! Jesus I mean we're talking to a professional here. He's not gonna give up this information immediately. You gotta let him stoop.
3: stoop? Think you mean steep.
2: yes! Stew. We're gonna let him stew. Tell he's a loose as chicken noodle soup. Then we'll get some much needed answers. And we'll make a marvelous statement. And us, guys, us? We're gonna be famous.
