*Gary walks from stage left and sits in a chair in the center of the stage.

Greg walks from stage

right and sits across from Gary and they act like they’re playing games together in their
respective homes*

GARY: Hey, bro can ya hear me?

GREG: Yup.

*there is a pause as their game loads*

GARY: Hear me out.

GREG: Ohhh boy.

GARY: If you are schizophrenic and you see Elvis… Do you get a live concert everyday? Or
like…drug advice everyday?

GREG: DUDE. That’s craaazy..but.. I mean, you do kinda have a point there.

GARY: Right?? Hey. Guy on me. *referencing the video game*

GREG: Well, we can’t have that can we? We all know that IM the only guy allowed to be on top
of my pookie bear.

GARY: Dawg….what??

GREG: Wha…Hey! Help me! There’s a guy finishing me off! *referencing the video game again*

GARY: AYOOO Whaaaat??

GREG: OH. MY. GOD. NOT LIKE THAT DUDE I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA-

GARY: *he says pretending to filrt* Don’t make promises you can’t keep Gary..

GREG: I swear to god, I’m gonna airstrike you.

GARY: Nuhuh

GREG: Wait, so how are you and um…um..S-Stacy doin?

GARY: Oh we’re doing good…So..tell me..which girl you bein delulu with now? *he says with a
smile*

GREG: Which one? Like you mean the girl in my Advisory class or basketball girl?
GARY: THERE’S MORE THAN ONE?? SPILL THE MOTHERFUCKIN TEA

GREG: I DIDN’T TELL YOU?? SO ADVISORY GIR-hold on we’re landing hot..Guys coming to
me and shooting at me. Don’t-

GARY: AYOOO don't worry sugar, daddy’s coming to save you..

GREG: Don’t ever say that again..

GARY: oh damn.. we died… So…advisory girl…

GREG: Right.. so listen to this bro alright? She- during attendance when the teacher called my
name, she looked at me and smiled. AND WAVED.

GARY: Bro…. She’s obviously in looovee bro! She didn’t do that for everyone.. so obviously she
picked you specifically.. there's no other explanation..

GREG: Right?? Like obviously she likes me..OH and basketball girl..

GARY: *say this like two gossiping girlfriends on a bed conversing via a phone and twirling the
phone cord* Mhmm…

GREG: She-She.. so… you know how I’m oblivious right?

GARY: Naturally.

GREG: So, I was at practice and one of my friends at practice knocked the ball out of my hand
and it went flying right? So, I was on my way to get it right- and she got there before me, handed
me the ball and smiled and like I could’ve SWORE that she looked me up and down.

GARY: Dude.

GREG: Right?

GARY: She likes you….

GREG: I knowww right?? *there is a pause* God.. we’re desperate..

GARY: Yup.

GREG: Another game?

GARY: Sure.