(Characters: Will, Olga
Setting: Pool room of the Starchart Bar. 3 p.m.)
Will: That has to be the most absurd sales pitch I’ve ever witnessed.
Olga: Tell me you weren’t tempted.
Will: I couldn’t have kept a straight face.
Olga: It would certainly put a new spin on your theory of limits.
Will: I’m not interested in being a pioneer.
Olga: Even small dogs must bark.
Will: Not if they cherish their precious solitude.
Olga: Oh now you’re punishing me with the straight face jive.
Will: You think I’m a closet ham.
Olga: For all your precious solitude you’re the best known hermit on the entire island.
Will: That hasn’t been my doing.
Olga: No as ironic as it must seem.
Will: People want what they can’t have that’s all.
Olga: And you can’t be bothered with the merely curious the holiday scholars.
Will: Why should I be.
Olga: You have in the past.
Will: Those were different times.
Olga: Oh really.
Will: Yes yes and you know damn well how.
Olga: We were younger is all that’s all that’s changed.
Will: And so you’re saying that.
Olga: People haven’t changed no not really.
Will: So just because.
Olga: Not in the things that.
Will: Just because the Archbishop admits to synesthesia doesn’t.
Olga: What’s he got to do with it.
Will: He’s a prime example.
Olga: A prime example of what.
Will: Of change of.
Olga: You think that because he holds a press conference and tells the world that the letter A is white and B is blue and C is yellow that he’s been bumped off the hit list.
Will: Oh please hit men aren’t.
Olga: Aren’t what aren’t ever going to change.
Will: I didn’t say that.
Olga: Assassins are people too remember.