“I don’t understand what you mean by ‘trapped,’ Bob.”
“Coop–”
“Don’t call me that.”
“–we’re stuck here for the time being.”
“Again: I don’t understand.Are you tripping on pot?”
“Probably not. Anyway: you can’t leave.”
“The dressing room?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah.”
“Oh, of course I can.”
DOOR OPENING SOUND
…
DOOR CLOSING SOUND
“Bob, nothing’s outside the door.”
“Yup.”
“No, I mean nothing. An existential void. Neither form nor formlessness. If God’s fridge were empty, that would be what it looked like. It wasn’t even the opposite of reality, because that implies a binary and causative coexistence with reality: what I saw outside that door had absolutely no relationship with reality.”
“There’s your problem. This isn’t reality.”
“I am back to not understanding you.”
“Are you familiar with the concept of semi-fictionality?”
“Okay, you’re a crazy person and I am considering this a kidnapping. I’m calling the police.”
CELL PHONE NOISE
CELL PHONE NOISE
“Hello, this is television’s Anderson Cooper and I am being held hostage.”
“Heeeeey, man.”
“Who is this?”
“That sounds like Soup, Coop.”
“I’m Soup, man.”
…
“Did you dose me?
“No, do you want me to?”
“Who is this idiot on the other end of the line?”
“That’s Soup. He’s cool.”
“Heeeey, man.”
CELL PHONE HANGING UP NOISE
“Yeah, the thing is: place is lousy with minor characters and they just about got the run of the joint.”
…
“What?”
“It’s complicated at first. It’ll make more sense in the next post.”
“Post? What?”
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