FADE IN:INT. 6307 ARROYO GLEN ST. - ORVILLE’S BEDROOM - MORNINGFor a college freshman the Def Leppard posters, mock leathernotepads, kitchen towels and fruit stones laying on the barecarpet might constitute “personality”.But ORVILLE SAGGART is 30 years old, and this is the room ofa man who should know better. He snores off a hangover inthe centre of the storm: a vast dumping ground of dvds,vinyl, half-assed attempts at screenplays and comics, allstacked on the floor and forgotten for something new.The stacks start to shake. A tower of box-set DVDs topplesover. Something is happening outside. Something big.Orville wakes with a start.ORVILLENo, Angelique, not a whole stick of butter!Orville rubs the bags under his eyes. The floor is shaking.ORVILLE(yells)Carlos, are we having an earthquake?The shaking stops. Peace. Orville drops back down in bed andhas a big satisfied yawn.ORVILLEAh... Saturdays.There is a CRASH and the floor starts shaking again.ORVILLEIn ALL THAT IS HOLY!Orville sits up again, checks the clock.ORVILLEIt’s only NOON..!A long SHAKING NOISE drowns him out.Orville hobbles to his feet, mutters over to the sink.Splashes water on his face and looks into the mirror. Helooks worse than eggs scrambled with dog shit.Orville looks out the window. There’s a man in the garden.Wearing a hard-hat, holding a toaster. He looks at Orvilleand waves once, awkwardly.