At the top of a ladder. The clouds seem too low today. And they’re green.
Nancy: We need to talk.
Drew: You want to talk, there’s a difference.
Nancy: No, we need to talk. Professor Armageddon released a deadly virus, if we don’t keep our jaws and tongue in constant motion, we’ll die.
Drew: That doesn’t mean we have to talk. We could just go like this.
Drew goes like this.
Nancy: We also need to vibrate our larynx.
Drew: This is a very specific virus.
Nancy: Professor Armageddon is a very specific man.
Drew: I don’t have anything to say.
Nancy: We could talk about our relationship.
Drew: This weather we’ve been having sure is hot or cold.
Nancy: What about your drinking problem?
Drew: I prefer to see it as a drinking solution.
Nancy: That lump is only getting bigger.
Drew: We don’t know it’s a lump. Maybe it’s a muscle.
Nancy: A testicle muscle?
Drew: Evolution is born from random mutations. My testicle could be the first step towards the future of humanity.
Nancy: Only if you breed. Does this mean you’re ready to talk about us having kids?
Drew: Sometimes when I drink, I black out for days at a time.
Nancy: Now you suddenly want to talk about your drinking problem?
Drew: Yesterday I woke up in a policeman’s uniform. I Googled his name and he’s been missing for over a year.
Nancy: You know I want to have kids. Why are you so scared of growing up?
Drew: At first I thought I’d done something terrible. But the uniform fit perfectly, and the photos on his Facebook page look just like me.
Nancy: Do you think I’d make a bad mother?
Drew: And I have that recurring dream every night.
Nancy: If you refuse to talk about anything important, we might as well stop talking altogether.
Drew: I think I used to be Sergeant Mitch Conway.
Nancy: Fine, if you don’t want to talk, I might as well let Professor Armageddon win.
Drew: In the dreams I’m so angry.
Nancy says nothing very loudly.
Drew: And impotent.
Nancy’s silence gets louder.
Drew: Of course I want to know the truth, but what if it’s a mistake to go back to that life?
Nancy falls off the ladder, dead.
Drew: You know what? I’ll arrest Professor Apocalypse, and if I like it, well, we’ll see.