Mandy yawns at the counter while bags pull at her eyes, making her drift between slumber and reality.
Mandy: “III c-could've been a-a doctor. . . *Yawns* I-I had the money. . .I passed the test.” She gazes up at the ceiling. “God, why do you hate me?”
Suddenly, Chester slides into view. Opposed to his regular outfit, Chester dawns a yellow tank top, clearly too small for his chest; baggy, white pants; a glossy, yellow material handing from his arms around his torso; heavy amounts of thick eyeliner, and what appears to be three little shark tooth earrings etched into his ears.
Mandy glares at him although Chester's cheery expression deflects any negative energy sent his way.
Chester: “Hey, Mandy!!!”
Mandy's glare devolves into a blank expression.
Chester: “Rice won!!!”
Silence looms in the air between them for a solid minute.
Mandy: “. . . You’re living proof that God is dead and that we killed him.”
