The Guy and the Brother’s Boyfriend.
THE BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND
Hey.
THE GUY
Hello.
THE BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND
Am I gonna get eaten again?
THE GUY
Nope. I don’t think so.
THE BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND
Good. Because I was starting to wonder.
THE GUY
Sorry. I like running jokes. It was just meant to be funny.
THE BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND
Well, have you ever been eaten by a Giant Bear?
The Guy grins a smartass grin.
THE BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND (cont.)
You know what I mean. Actually eaten. It’s terrible. And I haven’t been on stage in a long time, and what do I get? Devoured by a seventy-foot-tall bear.
THE GUY
It’s not that I don’t like you. I do. A lot, actually. You’re the best boyfriend my brother’s ever had, as far as I’m concerned.
THE BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND
Thanks.
THE GUY
Anytime.
The Giant Bear appears, growling, ferocious.
THE GUY (cont.)
Um, hey. Sorry. Not this play.
THE GIANT BEAR
Oh. Ok. Sorry.
The Brother appears, with a green tea latte.
THE BROTHER
Hey you two. What’s up?
THE BROTHER’S BOYFRIEND
Sic ‘em!
The Giant Bear roars. The Brother screams. Green tea latte goes everywhere.
The Brother exits, pursued by a bear.
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3 comments:
I had picked up on the running-joke thing... Just yesterday, I was telling your brother about how it was alot like 'South Park'; I die at the end of each play, like Kenny.
Excuse me - I have to chase after a bear now and save my boyfriend!
Aww, thanks. :)
Oo, oo, kill me next! Kill me next!
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