Are we really leaving the cases with the wheels sitting in the middle of the stage?
“What if we need something from that case?”
Get it before the show?
“Dead show, man: every one’s different.”
Not that different. You can guess roughly what’s going to happen.
“Don’t get paid to guess. Make my money lying to gravity, and telling the laws of physics to suck my hairy one.”
Yeah, all right. What’s in that case, anyway?
“Guy’s corpse. Jewish, fishing cap, headphones, denim?”
“If you say so.”
None of this makes sense anymore.
“It began pretty incoherently, too.”