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Jan 27, 2008 03:13

SCENE: H3, EASTERN TERMINUS, 3:09 AM.

THE HALL is QUIET and smells of EUCALYPTUS, MARIJUANA and ASS. There is an ABANDONED SOCK on the ground. MALLORY steps out of her room with TOOTHBRUSH and TOOTHPASTE. She is BAREFOOT and SLEEPY.

GOATEE/EYEBROW/VELOCIRAPTOR/WHATEVER BEN [emerges from the bathroom then turns toward his room]: Mawowy.
MALLORY [pauses]: Wem weet agan, Bemjumun.
BENJAMIN [in a very low, menacing voice]: Indeed. And this time, we fight to the death.
MALLORY: . . .
BENJAMIN: . . .

MALLORY shakes her fist rhythmically. BENJAMIN catches on after a moment. A heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors ensues. MALLORY wins with rock.

BENJAMIN: Again.

THEY play again. BENJAMIN wins with rock, crows, then EXITS into his room. MALLORY EXITS into the bathroom.

this sort of thing happens every time i see ben alone. it's spontaneous. i don't think he understands it any better than i do, but it livens h3 in the small hours of the morning.
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