We see a room. A bed. Four walls. A window, curtain and night-table. A call for assistance button protudes from the wall. Doc Pickles is out cold. The room is white. Grey-white.
Connoisseurs enter stage left.
C- He’s coming to.
D- Murph-
C- How are you feeling?
D- Where am I? Who are you?
C- We’re the Connoisseurs. You’re in a private clinic in Alberta. We’ve each given you a kidney.
D- Connoisseurs? Kidney? What? Huh?
C- There’s no time for questions. We have to go. We can’t afford any more time.
D- Kidney?
C- Yes, you now have four additional kidneys. Now you owe us a night at Wavelength.
D- But my kidneys were fine… who are you?
C- Don’t you remember? We gave you your big rock’n’roll break. “More Than A Feeling”? The Rock? The Roll? The nonstop action? Remember?
D- Uh-oh… Well, uh, we’re kind of busy this summer.
[Doc looks at his chest and begins to wonder how they stuffed all those kidneys in there.
C- We’ve been on CFNY.
D- Geez, well, why didn’t you say so?! You’re in! We’ll just bump Zappacosta again.