gordond (gordond) wrote,

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a very short play, skip if you don't like weird stuff

i thought of this tonight, you might be able to guess where the idea came from.

cast of characters : Nick, Dunhills (played by a pack of Dunhills)

Nick (to himself) : My, what a lovely evening it is looking like.
Dunhills : I am going to kill you. I am going to kill you. I am going to kill you.
N : Leave me alone, would you?
D : Did I say kill? I meant love you. Who's going to love you? I'm going to love you. Nobody loves you the way I do.
N : You said kill.
D : Did not.
N : Did too. You said you were going to kill me.
D : Well maybe I did and maybe I didn't. But the truth of the matter is that I'm going to love you and kill you. And you love me. You love me and you can't leave me.
N : I can too. I can walk away whenever I want.
D : You said that last month and here you are again. You love me. I love you and I'm going to kill you.
N : Leave me be.
D : I will leave you be. Be with me. I'll leave you be with me. By your leave....
N : Are you out of your mind?
D : You're the one having a conversation witha packet of cigarettes.
N : Eight dollar cigarettes no less.
D : Exactly. Clearly you must love me. Aren't I just lovely this evening?
N : You in your red and gold, you with your name that suggests some sort of royalty, you want to kill me?
D : You want me to. Else why would you keep coming back?
N : Maybe I just missed you.
D : And so we kissed again and again and again. Wasn't once today enough?
N : Maybe I missed you a lot.
D : Let's face it. You are my bitch.
N : I hate you.
D : Then throw me away, and be rid of me forever.
N : .....
D : I thought so.
N : .....
D : You need me. You need me.
N : I don't want you.
D : What want? This is need we're talking about here. And we're talking about you, needing me.
N : Fine, need. Need, need, need.
D : So you know I love you.
N : I don't want to think about it.
D : ...and I'm going to kill you. You know that.
N : I definitely dont want to think about that.
D : Think about it, don't think about it, it's true.
N: Back in the pocket with you.
D : Till tomorrow.
N: G-d save the queen.
D : Bitch.
N : Show some respect would you?
D : I meant you.
N : Oh, as long as that's all.



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