(A.N.: I wrote this scene high off my ass on cold meds, which is later addressed in this scene, but I'm sorry if it's extremely dumb.)
Paul's Apartment
*Opens on Paul. Visibly depressed*
Paul: *draped across couch, getting up slowly.* Let's go. *sigh*
*Paul gets up and turns on phone. Plays "Space Jam" on phone speaker. Dances along lackadaisically*
*Goes to kitchen opens drink container and takes a really long swig of whatever's inside. Hold that shit like reeeeeeeally long. Once finished, throw drink to the ground and continue dancing to space jam.*
*knock at door. Paul scrambles to pause music.*
*Paul opens the door*
Salesman: Hiddley ho there, friendo.
Paul: Who the Hell-
Salesman: Hell am I? I'll tell you. I'm the man who can make your dreams come true! I can help you reach your goals! I'm the-
Paul: Yeah I'ma cut you off there, because if you start singing some Willy Wonka, I'll throw you out your glass elevator.
Salesman: Feisty, I like it.
Paul: Horny, I don't. The name's Paul Magranit
Salesman: Pomegranate?
Paul: Ha ha ha. Very funny. What's your name?
Salesman: Sal Smann
Paul: What is this, an episode of Scrubs?
Salesman: Bad joke.
Paul: Is this what all the dialogue in this play is like?
Salesman: Well, he was high on Sudafed when he wrote this entire scene.
Paul: Even these lines?
Salesman: Yep.
Paul: Ew... *pause* Anyways, what do you want?
Salesman: Actually, I came to ask that very question. You see, I'm a salesman from far away, coming through and selling my wares. So, what do want Paul?
*Realises an unfortunate truth*
*sigh*
*whispers* The apotheosis is upon us.
Paul: What was that?
Salesman: *Snaps back to reality. (Oop there goes gravity)* Nothing!
Paul: Ooooookayyyy...
Salesman: *turns to audience* This metatextual crap has gone on long enough.
Paul: I know, what a waste of a scene.
Salesman: You can clearly see I'm not talking to you.
Paul: Right, sorry.
Salesman: Welp. This was stupid. Was this only in here for filler? Was there any actual plot to this or was this just for the gimmick? All I know is the moral of the story is: Max should stay the hell away from keyboards while on cold medicine.
*leaves*
Salesman: *pauses and peers back on stage.* I wasn't joking. This scene is over. So, like "lights down" and all that.
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Door to Door
HumorA 12 page script I wrote last year for my play writing class. It's about a supernatural salesman who sucks at his job.