ANDREW: Yo, bro. What up?
MIKE: Nothin much (they hug) how are you?
ANDREW: Kinda tired. Think I'm gonna get something to eat.
(Andrew rummages in the pantry. Mike notices that he has two bandages on the knuckles of two of his left-hand fingers and tape on the knuckles of both index fingers.)
MIKE: Shit, man, what happened to your hands?
ANDREW: Oh - work.
MIKE: Work?!
ANDREW: Yeah, I got a job.
MIKE: Doing what? Punching angry cats?
ANDREW: Ha - no. Sign spinning.
MIKE: Are you serious?
ANDREW: Yeah. (he emerges from the pantry with a protein bar, opens it and starts eating)
MIKE: So you dance on a street corner...
ANDREW: yup.
MIKE: twirling a sign around...
ANDREW: more rocking it back and forth in a rhythmic fashion than twirling, but in essence, yes.
MIKE: And someone pays you for it.
ANDREW: hah - yup.
MIKE: And then you punched angry kittens who attacked you and that's why you have bandages all over your hands.
ANDREW: Oh - no. These are from where the sign skinned my knuckles and started rubbing in a blister-making sort of way.
MIKE: Oh... how much do you get paid for this?
ANDREW: minimum wage.
MIKE: huh... do you have to wear a costume?
ANDREW: oh yeah.
MIKE: what is it?
ANDREW: ... Lady Liberty.
MIKE: No shit you're one of those?!
ANDREW: oh yeah. I'm one of those.
MIKE: ha! that's funny.
ANDREW: yeah. but hey, it's paid.
MIKE: word.
(a pause in the conversation)
ANDREW: well, I'm going to go lie down for a bit.
MIKE: alright man. enjoy.
ANDREW: I will. Take it easy.
MIKE: yup.
(Andrew exits. Mike sits on a stool. He checks his phone, puts it away. He ponders briefly and then chuckles.)
Blackout.
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