Act I Scene 1
March 3rd, 2019
SPLITZEN
My friends, we're in the midst of another rare blip in history where goodness has the reigns, virtue is the horse, and hope? My friends, that's the path.

Splitzen chuckles dryly.

SPLITZEN (cont'd)
That's what keeps us on our feet. That path leads us to believe that there is something at the end ofit, something that all of this trauma, torture, all of this darkness is leading towards. A light.

STAGE RIGHT: A flashlight beams out from under the blankets. Two other beams soon join it. The lights dance and circle around eachother in motions not too far off from the rhythms of libidinous fireflies. The meditating boy, however, is unfazed, still blanketed by his trance.

SPLITZEN (cont'd)
It's been a stormy campaign, I'll tell you!

A rolling thunder: a series of desperate knocks hitting wood.

SPLITZEN (cont'd)
Dark days, wars where your only weapon is how fast you can flap your mouth.

MRCP OFFICER
Ms. Chip.

SPLITZEN
But alas, I thank all the mouth flappers that have gotten me this far and made my mouth flapping look so good! Ha, ha!

Another series of desperate knocks sounds.

MRCP OFFICER
Ms. Chip! MRCP, open up!


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