[Veritas]

Scene 2: MindFreak Production office, next morning. Eliza is at her desk, typing at her PC. Tom, Criss' personal assistant, is sorting through the day's mail at an adjacent desk.

TOM:

You heard the latest about Criss?

ELIZA:

What?

TOM:

He made a bet with his brother, JD, that he could go without swearing for twenty-four hours. How do you like that?

ELIZA:

I think I'll find it a rather refreshing twenty-four hours. How's he doing, anyway?

TOM:

So far, not even a single eff-bomb. He's holding out pretty well. (Holds up an official looking envelope) Bet this will send him into a cussing streak, though.

ELIZA:

What is it?

TOM:

(Shakes head) No, no, no, I'm not gonna tell you. I'm gonna let it be a surprise.

(Enter Criss)

CRISS:

You gonna let what be a surprise?

TOM:

Now if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now, would it? (Smiles mischieviously)

CRISS:

Okay, fine, have it your way. I know you're trying to get me to lose my bet to JD, but it ain't gonna work. (To Eliza) I got rehersal today, okay? Just take messages; I don't want to be disturbed unless it's an emergency.

ELIZA:

Got it.

CRISS:

(To Tom) Anything good in the mail today?

TOM:

Just the usual--bills, invoices, insurance statements, things like that. (Holds up envelope) Oh, here's something I think you should read, like, right now.

CRISS:

(Takes the envelope and reads the return address) Clark County District Court? What do they want? (Opens the envelope, takes out letter and reads it) JURY DUTY?!? Oh, my--(stops himself quickly). I mean, I don't have time for jury duty!

TOM:

Great save there, Criss, but you're still under legal obligation to serve, just like the rest of us. You're not exempt just because you're a celebrity. If you don't show up, you get busted for contempt.

CRISS:

(Sighs in resignation) Okay, fine. (Turns to Eliza) Clear my schedule for (looks at notice)the twelfth of next month, okay?

ELIZA:

Got it.

CRISS:

(Back to Tom) And I intend to win this bet, Tom, no matter what. And when it's over, I am so going to enjoy watching JD wash my cars in a Speedo! Bye-bye! (Exits)

ELIZA:

Wash his car in a Speedo?

TOM:

Yeah, that's what's gonna happen if Criss wins the bet. JD is going to wash all of his cars in the carport in a Speedo.

ELIZA:

Couldn't they just make a cash bet like normal people here in Vegas?

TOM:

Nah, that's boring! Anyone can bet money. It takes guts to make a bet like that one.

ELIZA:

What happens if Criss loses?

TOM:

That's for his mom to decide. God knows what she'll come up with.

ELIZA:

If I was his mom, I'd wash his mouth out with soap!

TOM:

That'd be interesting to watch.

ELIZA:

So how long does Criss have to keep his mouth under control?

TOM:

(Looks at watch) About six more hours.

ELIZA:

He'll make it, don't worry.

TOM:

I'm not worried about him not making it. I'm worried about losing the betting pool we got.

ELIZA:

You bet against him?

TOM:

Hey, c'mon...

ELIZA:

How could you? Where's your loyalty?

TOM:

'Liza, it's just a friendly little bet, that's all. We know Criss better than you. He can't hold out much longer. As stressful as his career is, he's gonna break down sooner or later. (Rises from desk) Look, I gotta go, okay? Take care.

(Eliza returns to her PC, miffed. Tom exits stage right. AJ emerges from the shadows from where he was hiding, but still out of Eliza's range of sight)

AJ:

(Aside) Damn! Not even jury duty could get Criss to blow it! I mean, I was at the club last night, watching his every move, and he didn't use one single four-letter word! And he's usually turning the air blue when he's had too much to drink. Come to think of it, he didn't even drink that much, and he left early, which is unusual for him. I couldn't trip him up, no matter how I tried. (Thinks) Well, I got six more hours to get him to blow it. Looks like it's time for Plan B. (Exits).

[RACHEL02189]

Are you serious who would start dropping f-bombs because they got called to jury duty.

[Veritas]

Originally Posted by RACHEL02189

Are you serious who would start dropping f-bombs because they got called to jury duty?

Dearie, you'd be surprised.

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Scene 3: A large, empty room, midmorning. Two MindFreak techies are setting up a bucket over the door so that it will fall when the door opens. George, JD, Costa and the rest of the crew watch in amusement.

GEORGE:

Guys, this is one of the oldest gags in the book!

Techie 1:

Hey, we've tried everything else: hid his cell phone, made bogus emergencies, told him that some stuff he ordered got lost, you name it. Something's gotta push his buttons.

GEORGE:

It ain't gonna work, guys! Criss is stronger than you think. Besides, he knows you're baiting him. He's determined to win no matter what. A bucket of water ain't gonna trip him up.

Techie 1:

First of all, it ain't water, it's flour. (Looks out of door) Okay, here he comes! (Runs across stage with second Techie) Got the camera ready? Wait for it...wait for it....

(Enter Criss, opening door)

CRISS:

Hey, guys, what's--

(The bucket of flour tumbles from the door ledge, dumping its contents onto Criss.There are muffled coughs and splutters from under the bucket while everyone laughs. Criss remains still for a few moments, then slowly lifts the bucket from his head. He is covered with white flour, which makes everyone laugh harder. He calmly brushes the flour from his hair and wipes his face with the bandana he carries in his back pocket.)

CRISS:

(Smiling, laughing a little) Funny, guys, real funny. I mean, this is so juvenile, even for you guys! I know you're trying to get me to swear, but it ain't gonna happen. I still got four hours left, and I'm gonna win no matter what you try to do to me.

JD:

(To Costa) You have to admire his determination.

(Costa nods. JD crosses over to Criss and helps brush the flour from him.Criss nods his thanks and faces his crew)

CRISS:

Okay, everybody, now that we've had our little laugh, let's get to work here, all right? JD, are we set for taping Animal Three?

JD:

So far, we got five tigers rented from Circus Circus, but we have to tape it there because of insurance regulations. They're their tigers, and transporting them anywhere else is gonna constitute a public hazard, as they put it.

CRISS:

Okay, fine, we tape the demonstration at Circus Circus. No problem.

JD:

And if you're gonna do that puppy rescue, you gotta have someone from the ASPCA present to make sure no harm comes to it.

CRISS:

Got it. By the way, how much to rent the tigers?

JD:

About one million dollars.

CRISS:

ONE MILLION DOLLARS?!?

JD:

Well, that's what they said, one million dollars for three days' shooting.

CRISS:

What the--(stops himself quickly when he sees JD's suspicious smile) Oh, I get it! Uh, uh, bro! No way!

JD:

(Snaps his fingers in disappointment) Damn! I almost had you there, didn't I?

CRISS:

Nice try, JD! Now, how much for the tigers, really.

JD:

Twenty-five grand, total. And we gotta have the ASPCA present, too.

CRISS:

Okay, fine. Now, how soon can we start taping?

JD:

The tigers will be available around the middle of next month or so, the twelfth at the latest.

CRISS:

The twelfth of next month--got it. (Suddenly remembers) Oh, sh...shoot!

JD:

Almost blew it there, Criss! What's the matter?

CRISS:

Well, I hate to tell you this, but I got a letter from the Clark County District Court this morning saying on that day I got to report for jury duty.

JD and COSTA:

Jury duty?

CRISS:

Yeah, ain't that a kick in the...butt? I'm gonna try to get out of it, though, so it won't interfere with the shooting schedule. Maybe I can get an exemption, somehow. I mean, I'm booked solid for months--I don't have time to serve on a jury.

JD:

Criss, come over here for a minute, willya?

(JD takes Criss aside, stage left) Lemme tell you something. When I was about, umm, half the age I am now, back in New York, I got called into jury duty. Of course, I wasn't too thrilled about it, and I racked my brains trying to come up with a good enough excuse to get out of it. Well, I told Dad about it, and you know what he said to me?

CRISS:

What?

JD:

He said, "Son, my parents and your mother's whole family came here to America from Greece for one reason--to escape the terror we endured from two world wars and the civil war that followed, just so we could live. You're lucky you grew up without the worry of where your next meal was coming from, or the fear that you or your family members wouldn't suddenly disappear to a concentration camp, or that every day would be your last on earth. You've never heard a bomb dropped in your backyard, or faced food shortages, or had to walk past blown-up buildings. You've had a good life because America's been good to you, to all of us. Don't you think it's time you returned the favor?"

CRISS:

(Deeply moved) Wow! That's deep! So, what'd you do?

JD:

Went to the courthouse, reported for jury duty like I was supposed to, sat down in the waiting room--

CRISS:

And?

JD:

And waited all (bleeping) day for my number to come up! (Criss laughs a little) I never get called, but I got fifteen dollars out of it plus mileage, so it wasn't a total loss. (Seriously) But the point I'm making is that you may be a big celebrity and all that, but you are first an American citizen, and it's your civic duty to report for jury duty when they call you.

CRISS:

So, you're saying I should go.

JD:

I am insisting you go. You're not exempt, Christopher. You're lucky you live in a country that allows you to do all the crazy stuff you do. Like Dad said, it's time you returned the favor. (Smiles and shrugs) Besides, they might not even call you. And you get paid for the time plus mileage.

CRISS:

(Twirls finger in the air sarcastically) Whoopee! Fifteen bucks to sit in some courtroom waiting for my number to be called.

JD:

I think it's twenty-five now--at least in New York. I'm not sure about here in Nevada. (Criss shrugs) So, whaddya say? You still think you're too busy to perform your civic duty?

CRISS:

(Shakes head) No, I'll go. It's an inconvenience, but, hey, maybe I'll get lucky and get dismissed or something.

JD:

(Pats Criss on the shoulder) Atta boy! Now, come on, let's get back to work.

(JD and Criss return to center stage)

COSTA:

So, what was all that about?

CRISS:

Just a reminder that I owe Uncle Sam a favor, that's all.

COSTA:

Huh?

CRISS:

Never mind, let's get back to work.

(Lights flicker and go out, leaving the stage in darkness save for a few overhead lights. Everyone looks around, bewildered)

CRISS:

Hey, who turned out the lights? George? Anyone? Hey, somebody turn them back on, okay?

GEORGE:

Nobody's touched the lights. Probably tripped the circuit breaker or something. I'll go check the circuit box. Wait here. (Exits stage right)

CRISS:

(Grumbles) Yeah, like we got anywhere else to go.

COSTA:

Temper, temper.

CRISS:

I'm not losing my temper, Cos! Hey, it's not the first time we've blown a fuse. You know, stuff happens.

JD:

You were about to say (bleep) happens, weren't you?

CRISS:

I told you I can control my language. By the way, what time is it?

JD:

(Checks his watch) About eleven-thirty.

CRISS:

So I've got three and a half hours to go. (Leans over to JD) And you're going down, bro! You are so going down!

JD:

Like Yogi Berra said, it ain't over 'til it's over!

COSTA:

Hey, let's get a drink while we're waiting for the lights to come on. It's hot in here!

(Everyone agrees and exits stage left. AJ emerges from stage right)

AJ:

This guy is one tough nut to crack! I thought for sure shutting off the lights would piss him off, but he just keeps blowing it off. They even dumped a bucket of flour on him, and still nothing! And even jury duty didn't faze him! (Thinks) Or did it? Hmmmmm. He said he got the notice this morning, so that means his assistant what's-his-name got the letter first. Maybe he'd know if Criss blew his stack when he got it! I don't know if the guy's in on it, but I'm sure he'd know for sure how he reacted when he got the summons. I'm gonna go to his office and find out. If he didn't swear then, well, he will be when I get through with him! And I got three and a half hours to do it. Not much time, but anything can happen between now and then. (Exits)

[RACHEL02189]

Do these guys know AJ is involved in this mess

[Veritas]

Scene 4: MindFreak Production Office, afternoon. Eliza is at her usual desk behind the PC, while JD, Costa, George, Dave Baram, and Tom are seated in the waiting area. George holds the betting pool sheet, crossing off those who lost. JD checks his watch and sighs heavily.

JD:

An hour and a half to go. I can't believe he made it this far! We pulled prank after prank on him and he still didn't crack! Gotta admit, he's got more stamina than we took him for.

GEORGE:

(Looks up from sheet) Sorry, JD, but it looks like you blew it. So did everyone else on the sheet except Costa and me. You're out ten bucks, I'm afraid.

JD:

Well, I may have lost the pool, but I haven't lost the bet! He's gotta go another ninety minutes before he can claim victory. It ain't over 'til it's over. (Costa suppresses a laugh, but JD notices) What are you laughing at?

COSTA:

Oh, nothing, except the thought of you in a Speedo washing Criss' cars.

JD:

Well, it ain't gonna happen, so you might as well stop thinking about it!

COSTA:

(Still suppressing his laughter) I can't help it! It's just too damn funny to think about!

AJ:

(Enters from stage right, carrying a plain cardboard carton sealed with tape, and peers through doorway) Hey, guys.

JD:

Oh, hey, AJ, how's it going?

AJ:

Is Criss around?

JD:

He'll be here in a few. Have a seat. (AJ sits down on sofa with the box on his lap. JD looks at it curiously) So, what's in the box?

AJ:

(Casually) Oh, this? Oh, nothing, just something I need to give to Criss, that's all.

JD:

You could just leave it with Tom over there. You don't need to wait for him.

AJ:

No, no, it's okay. It's better that I give it to him personally.

(JD shrugs and drops the matter. AJ drums his fingers idly on the box. Enter Criss from stage right)

CRISS:

Hey, guys, sorry I'm late. (Sees AJ) Oh, hi, AJ! Surprised to see you here.

AJ:

Hey, Criss, how's it going?

CRISS:

Good, good. So, what brings you here to the office?

AJ:

(Rises) Well, I got a confession to make. Y'see, I found out about that little bet you got with your brother here, and so I tried to trip you up last night at the club to get you to lose--

CRISS:

Okay.

AJ:

--and then I was where you were rehersing, and I was the one who turned out the lights.

CRISS:

(Laughs a little) That was you?

AJ:

Yeah, that was me. Gotta admit, you really kept your cool under the circumstances. And I heard about your jury duty--tough break, but you handled it pretty well. I mean, (bleep), I'd have been dropping eff-bombs all over the place if I got called in! But don't sweat it--you're too high-profile to serve on a jury, so they'll drop you faster than a hot coal! The courts don't want the jurors to be more famous than the defendant, you know. Distracts people from the case.

CRISS:

Well, thanks, AJ, but I still gotta serve no matter what. It's my civic duty and all that. And thanks for coming clean about the lights. It was no big deal, really--I've blown a few fuses before. And you're just in time to see me in my moment of triumph! I got an hour and a half to go before I win my bet with JD! Wanna stick around and watch him wash my cars in a Speedo?

AJ:

(Looks nervously at JD) Uh, no thanks. But I got something here for you. (Holds out box)

CRISS:

For me? (Takes box from AJ and looks at it curiously) Well, it ain't my birthday, 'cause that's next month. What's the occasion?

AJ:

Oh, just think of it as an early birthday present. A party in a box, if you will.

CRISS:

A party in a box? Hmmmm. (Takes out knife from pocket, slits the packing tape sealing the box, pulls the flaps up. A loud noisemaker blares, confetti and spring-loaded snakes spew from the box, hitting Criss in the face. Eliza shrieks and jumps from her seat behind the desk, while everyone else is laughing out loud. Criss is doubled over in shock, panting)

CRISS:

Whoa! Oh, my God! Holy (bleep), AJ! You scared the (bleep) out of me! What the hell were you trying to do, anyway, give me a (bleeping) heart attack?

COSTA:

Uh, Criss?

CRISS:

Real funny, AJ! Really, really funny!

COSTA:

Uh, Criss?

CRISS:

(Turns to Costa angrily) WHAT!?

COSTA:

Hate to tell you this, but I think you just lost your bet.

CRISS:

(stops, thinks about what he just said, then turns on AJ) YOU SON OF A (BLEEP)! YOU MADE ME LOSE!! I WAS THIS CLOSE TO WINNING AND YOU MADE ME BLOW IT!! I AM SO GONNA KICK YOUR (BLEEPING) ASS FOR THIS!!

(Criss reaches over and strangles AJ. Meanwhile, George hands Costa a handful of bills)

GEORGE:

You win, Cos. Congratulations.

COSTA:

(Takes money) Thanks.

(JD breaks up the fight between Criss and AJ) Okay, break it up, break it up! (Separates the two, keeping each at arm's length. Turns to AJ) Okay, AJ, that was a pretty dirty trick you pulled on Criss there. You deliberatly set him up for a fall. Just for that, I'm not gonna claim the victory on this. (Turns to Criss) Criss, you held out for almost the whole time, almost twenty-three hours--

GEORGE:

(Looks at watch) Twenty-three hours, forty minutes and eighteen seconds to be exact.

JD:

Whatever. Anyway, I gotta hand it to you. You really did manage to watch your language during that time. So, whaddya say we call it a draw, huh?

CRISS:

(Thinks about it) No, JD. (JD stares at him, perplexed) I agreed to go the whole distance, the full twenty-four hours, or nothing. I would have made it if not for AJ here. So, I'm gonna turn myself over to Mom for whatever punishment she has in mind for me.

AJ:

Wait a minute, wait a minute! You're letting your mom decide?

CRISS:

Yeah, that was the wager. If I lost, Mom gets to decide what to do with me, right JD? (JD nods)

AJ:

God! Whatta bunch of (bleeping) mama's boys! Lettin' your mommy wipe your asses for you! My God, guys, be a man! You gonna spend the rest of your (bleeping) lives doin' what Mommy tells you to do! Show some (bleeping) backbone, why dontcha?

(Enter Dimitra and Angela from stage right. Dimitra steps up quietly behind AJ and stands behind him while he rants. The others notice, but say nothing.)

AJ:

What is it with you guys, anyway? What is it, a Greek thing? Huh? Look, I know a lot of ethnic groups have a mother fixation, but you guys take the baklava! If I were you, I'd tell your little mommykins to kiss off instead of running home to her to let her change your (bleeping) diaper! She ain't got no right to boss you around like that! What's the worst thing she can do to you, take you over her knee and spank you? She's just a little old lady, for chrissakes! She weighs about ninety pounds soaking wet! I could throw her over my shoulder with one arm! Why the (bleep) should you be afraid of a weak, helpless, little old lady who--(notices the smug look on Criss' face) She's right behind me, isn't she?

(Criss nods. AJ turns to face Dimitra. He stares at her, embarrassed, for a few moments, then smiles nervously)

AJ:

Uh, hi. (Gestures desperatly) Y'see, Mrs. D, it's like this...

DIMITRA:

(Silences him with an upraised hand) I've heard enough already, Johnathan. I'll deal with you later. (Crosses over to Criss) I'm sorry you lost your bet with JD, Christopher, but don't feel bad. It was a relief for me not to hear such dirty words from you. I hope this teaches you that you don't have to use bad language all the time. There are better words to express how you feel than the four-letter ones. (Smiles) And I'm glad I don't have to watch JD wash your cars naked.

CRISS:

He wouldn't have been naked, Mom, he would have been wearing a Speedo.

DIMITRA:

It still would have been embarrassing for me to watch.

JD:

Embarrassing for you? What about me? I would've been the one out there in public wearing a Speedo!

DIMITRA:

Anyway, I'm just glad all this nonsense is over.

CRISS:

It's not over yet, Mom. I still have to fulfill my part of the bet. (Faces her squarely) So, what's my punishment? I'll do anything you want--let you borrow my car, take you out to dinner, whatever.

DIMITRA:

(Thinks for a moment) There is one thing I want you to do...or, rather, what I don't want you to do.

CRISS:

Name it. Your wish is my command.

DIMITRA:

I want you to give up that tiger-cage escape you were planning.

CRISS:

(Taken aback) Give up the tiger-cage demonstration? (Dimitra nods) But I had it all planned out! What am I gonna do for a demonstration for Animal Three?

DIMITRA:

You are a good magician, you'll think of something. I trust you.

CRISS:

(Sighs) Okay, Mom, if that's what you want.

(Dimitra smiles happily and reaches up to hug and kiss Criss)

DIMITRA:

Thank you, Christopher! You've made me very happy!

AJ:

(Irritated) Wait a minute, just hold on a sec! You mean that's it? No spanking, no extortion, no nothin', just give up his act? What the hell's wrong with you, lady? I'd have taken him for all he's got! Jeezus Krrist! Dontcha' know nothin' about bets?

DIMITRA:

(Irate) I've had enough out of you, young man! (Siezes AJ by the earlobe and drags him off stage right) You think I'm a weak old woman, do you?

AJ:

Owwwwwww! Owwwwwww! Hey, leggo! That hurts! Criss! Call off your ma, willya?

DIMITRA:

You think my sons are mama's boys, do you? I show you who's a mama's boy!

(Dimitra pulls a howling AJ off stage. Everyone laughs. Criss follows them. Angela crosses over to George, who takes her in his arms)

ANGELA:

So, how was your day?

GEORGE:

Good. Lost sixty bucks, but oh, well.

ANGELA:

What do you think your aunt's going to do with your friend over there?

GEORGE:

First of all, he ain't my friend, he's Criss'. And second of all...well, I don't have the slightest idea.

(Criss returns, laughing)

JD:

So, what happened?

CRISS:

(Still laughing) Mom's washing AJ's mouth out with soap!

(Nervous laughter. JD remains nonplussed)

JD:

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me.

CRISS:

Yeah, well, it coulda been worse.

JD:

How?

CRISS:

It coulda been me!

(JD concedes the point with a grimace. Enter Dimitra with a self-satisfied air)

DIMITRA:

Well, that should teach Johnathan a lesson! At least some respect for "weak, helpless little old ladies".

CRISS:

(Puts arm around her shoulder) I never said you were weak or helpless, Mom. (Kisses her) I love you.

DIMITRA:

I love you, too, Christopher.

CRISS:

I love you more. (Releases her) So, what brings you here to the office?

DIMITRA:

Well, I just wanted to tell everyone that I am volunteering at the homeless shelter three days a week while I'm here.

CRISS:

Cool! (Turns to JD and Costa, who nod in agreement) So, what will you be doing there, anyway?

DIMITRA:

They put me wherever I am needed that day. Of course I can't do any heavy lifting, but...

GEORGE:

Hey, Auntie, you got heavy lifting? Call me!

DIMITRA:

Oh, bless you, George!

CRISS:

(Suddenly remembers) Hey, we're gonna be taping an episode for the show there! We can help!

DIMITRA:

That would be wonderful!

CRISS:

Sure! Just put our asses to work! We'll haul whatever (bleep)--

DIMITRA:

Christopher!

CRISS:

What? (Remembers what he just said) Oh, right! Well, you know what I mean, Mom.

DIMITRA:

I know. But you'd better watch your language when you're at the shelter--Father Stefan and Pastor Beaman won't like it.

CRISS:

Duly noted.

(Enter AJ, sputtering and wiping his mouth with a handful of paper towels)

AJ:

Ugh! Ack! Eccch! Oh, God! What the hell did you have to do that for, Dimitra?

DIMITRA:

You just answered your own question, Johnathan.

CRISS:

It's what you get for dissing my mom, AJ. You can do what you want with me, but you show Mom here some respect. Got it?

AJ:

I got it! I got it! My bad, okay, Mrs. D? (Exits, still wiping his mouth) Geez!

DIMITRA:

Thank you.

CRISS:

(Turns to JD, Costa, George, and Tom) Well, now that the tiger escape is scrapped, we gotta think of something else. Any ideas?

COSTA:

You're the creative brains of this outfit, Criss. You think of something.

CRISS:

We'll discuss this at the meeting tomorrow, okay? Meanwhile, we got work to do. (Turns to Dimitra) Sorry we got to run, Mom, but we got a show to do. Catch you later. Have fun volunteering! (Criss, JD, Costa, George and Tom exit)

DIMITRA:

So long, boys! I love you! (Watches as the men leave, then turns to Angela with a sigh) You see how it is, Angela? They have their lives, I have mine.

ANGELA:

It's all right, Dimitra. We can spend the afternoon together. We can go see a show, or go shopping, or whatever you want to do.

DIMITRA:

(Smiles) I think you're going to fit in well in this family, Angela.

ANGELA:

(Taken aback by such a statement) Well, that's a little...premature, don't you think? I-I mean, George and I just met.

DIMITRA:

Sorry, I don't mean to be presumptuous, but I have a good feeling about you, honey. George likes you very much. In fact, I think he loves you very much.

ANGELA:

I never thought I'd be saying this, but...I love George, too. I never thought I would ever fall in love with a man, or one would fall in love with a shy, skinny schoolteacher like me. But it happened. I look in his eyes, and I see love there.

DIMITRA:

Love. Hm! That is one four-letter word I never tire of hearing!

(Angela and Dimitra laugh as they exit. Only Eliza is left on stage. She shuts off the PC, rises from her desk, turns out the lights, and exits. The office is now dark and empty as the curtain falls)

(END)
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We hope you enjoyed our show. You will find the exits at the rear and to the sides of the theater. Remember to claim your coats in the cloakroom in the lobby. Thank you for your patronage.

[RACHEL02189]

See what happens when you insult Criss's mom. AJ deserved to have his mouth washed out with soap.