by Richard Nathan
Lights come up on TIM, sitting at his desk, pouring himself a class of whiskey. He is drinking, but is not drunk. He drinks slowly and deliberately, hoping to get drunk.
Enter BILL. Bill is upset to see Tim drinking.
Gee. Tim. You shouldnít
drink so much. Especially
not at work.
I need to drink, Bill. I know a
terrible secret. A secret I need
Is that drink number one - or
drink number two?
Iíve learned something about
life on this planet Bill.
Something about life in the
twenty-first century that
you donít want to know.
Itís not drink number three, is it?
A horrible secret I canít seem to
get out of my mind, no matter how
much I drink.
Itís not more than three! Tell me itís
not more than three!
Iíve learned that almost everyone on
EarthÖ. is an idiot!
Itís not eleventeen! It couldnít
be drink number eleventeen!
How long have you been my
A long time. Probably around
a billion years. Ever since I took
over the accounting department.
Tim sighs. He puts away the glass and the whiskey bottle.
Letís get back to work
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