Scene VII - Going in Circles
1: Oh man, are these magazines old.
4: You’re telling me. And I have this weird feeling I’ve seen them somewhere
before.
1: Me, too. So, how’d you die?
4: I forgot to pay the mob back.
1: You can’t just forget to pay back the mob!
4: I can. It wasn’t the first time either. They’d already shot me in the
knee and accidentally stabbed my twin brother thirty-seven times in the
chest while he was trying to explain about us being twins and all.
1: And you still forgot to pay them back?!
4: I guess I’m one of those people who just never learns.
1: I’ll say.
4: So, how’d you die?
1: Well, I was driving my rig along this mountain road, right? And then this
weird messed up lizardy thing crawls out and it was...
4: Yes?
1: ... almost as if this memory I’d never known I had sprung up in my mind
and caused me to swerve and hit it, sending my truck right off in the road,
and causing me to perish in a massive explosion.
4: Rough.
1: Yeah.
5: Actually, I do mind a little wait and... where am I?
4: Whoa. What in God’s name is that thing?
5: I’m a skink.
4: What the hell is a skink?
5: Me.
1: It’s kind of lizard, I think. Where do I remember that from? I don’t
think they’re supposed to have another set of legs there, though.
4: So, how’d you die, little dude?
5: I was sunning myself on the road and some asshole went and ran me over!
How’d you guys meet the reaper?
4: I forgot to pay the mob back.
5: Forgot?
4: Yeah, and not for the first time. I guess I’m just one of those people
who never learns.
5: Forgive me, but that strikes me as incredibly stupid. What about you,
buddy?
1: Who, me?
5: Yeah.
1: How’d I die?
5: Yeah.
1: Uh... heart attack.
THE END
Or is it?
