June 9th, 2009

dead

a play in three acts.

ACT 1.

Brat: (mournfully) I itch.

ACT 2.

Brat: (incoherently) ARGH!

ACT 3.

Brat: I give up. (scratches. shows no sign of stopping.)

EPILOGUE.

Okay, okay. I'll go get the anti-itch spray stuff. (It's more effective, but nowhere near as satisfying as clawing my skin off with my fingernails.)