Essays due in week five. Don't leave it all until the night before is my advice to you. Not that you've listened to it, or indeed noticed that I am still talking.
[contemplating Howard and Vod's date] Poor Vod. Poor Howard. Poor Vod.
[JP enters.]
Josie. Hey, um, can I ask you something? Erm, you know when you and I, er—when I, er—when I did you—I, um, I didn't, er, rape you, did I?
No!
Rape is a grey area.
I'd love to say otherwise, but in that instance it was definitely… consensual.
I hate you. I hate that you're on the other side of the wall. I hate the wall. I wish there was no wall. But then, if there was no wall, then we'd just be in bed together. What would that be like? Is that who I am? A man who needs a wall? A wall man?
[Kinglsey jumps up and mimes pressing up against a wall]
Wall, or man. Wall.
[Kinglsey takes a step back, darts forward, then falls backward, as if he's just run into a wall. He lies on the stage, unconscious.]
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