DOLAN: Come here, I'm eating a marshmallow.
SBEN: One marshmallow?
D: Yes, it's family size. Now come here and sit and watch me eat it while I comment on you.
S: OK. Sounds fair.
D: You really don't have anything else to do, do you.
S: You're right about that there. Yep.
D: So if I told you to go do something else, you probably wouldn't know what to do, would you.
S: No, you're right again there.
D: Well, I'm going to keep commenting on you.
S: That's what I get! You got to give a little to get a little! You get in what you put out. It takes a--
D: Stop.
S: OK.
D: You are empty. I talk about you, therefore you ARE. If YOU try talking, it's a waste of the universe.
S: Right again!
D: Shut it. Now, you will be sitting here as long as I tell you to.
S: Sure thing!
D: You are not a good friend to anyone because you could hardly even be considered a person. Am I right? [S looks as if s/he's about to respond.] Of course I am. If anything, you might make a good doorstop. IF you could keep still.
S: Keeping still, alright!
D: Yes, you like my ideas. You are not a person, but somehow you do contain the seeds for conflict. The you that you are is at war with all ideas of what a person should be. No ego, no personality. No opinions, not even any preferences for one thing over another. You probably don't even have a favorite color.
S: No, no color.
D: You are little more than a talking vegetable.
S: OK! Sounds good.
D: No. It is neither good nor bad. You are agreeable to the point of oblivion. Not of value in any way. A human paperweight.
S: Ohhhhh. [S sounds like s/he has just had something explained to her and it finally all makes sense.]
D: Quiet. Anyway, in spite of all that, I'm going to keep you around. If anything, you make me look taller.
S: Yes, I'm quite small.
D: Yes, you're nothing at all.
S: A-ha!
D: There you go again. Just sit there. I just want you to keep sitting there, don't move, and don't do anything else from here on out. OK?
S: Huh.
[S floats up and away like a balloon, without any emotion and without seeming to try.]
D: Useless. [yelling to someone unseen, offstage:] Bill, fetch me another one of those people things from the fridge.
BILL [from offstage]: Coming!
D: I am weary.
[And it could just go on and on and on and even turn into something else and/or be part of a longer piece.]
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[See the site of National Sketch Writing Month for the meaning of all this.]
SBEN: One marshmallow?
D: Yes, it's family size. Now come here and sit and watch me eat it while I comment on you.
S: OK. Sounds fair.
D: You really don't have anything else to do, do you.
S: You're right about that there. Yep.
D: So if I told you to go do something else, you probably wouldn't know what to do, would you.
S: No, you're right again there.
D: Well, I'm going to keep commenting on you.
S: That's what I get! You got to give a little to get a little! You get in what you put out. It takes a--
D: Stop.
S: OK.
D: You are empty. I talk about you, therefore you ARE. If YOU try talking, it's a waste of the universe.
S: Right again!
D: Shut it. Now, you will be sitting here as long as I tell you to.
S: Sure thing!
D: You are not a good friend to anyone because you could hardly even be considered a person. Am I right? [S looks as if s/he's about to respond.] Of course I am. If anything, you might make a good doorstop. IF you could keep still.
S: Keeping still, alright!
D: Yes, you like my ideas. You are not a person, but somehow you do contain the seeds for conflict. The you that you are is at war with all ideas of what a person should be. No ego, no personality. No opinions, not even any preferences for one thing over another. You probably don't even have a favorite color.
S: No, no color.
D: You are little more than a talking vegetable.
S: OK! Sounds good.
D: No. It is neither good nor bad. You are agreeable to the point of oblivion. Not of value in any way. A human paperweight.
S: Ohhhhh. [S sounds like s/he has just had something explained to her and it finally all makes sense.]
D: Quiet. Anyway, in spite of all that, I'm going to keep you around. If anything, you make me look taller.
S: Yes, I'm quite small.
D: Yes, you're nothing at all.
S: A-ha!
D: There you go again. Just sit there. I just want you to keep sitting there, don't move, and don't do anything else from here on out. OK?
S: Huh.
[S floats up and away like a balloon, without any emotion and without seeming to try.]
D: Useless. [yelling to someone unseen, offstage:] Bill, fetch me another one of those people things from the fridge.
BILL [from offstage]: Coming!
D: I am weary.
[And it could just go on and on and on and even turn into something else and/or be part of a longer piece.]
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[See the site of National Sketch Writing Month for the meaning of all this.]
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