Two men sit in the slightlyblown-out remains of an officebuilding, on a very high floor.They sit with their legs danglingout the shattered floor-to-ceilinglength window, peering down,drinking beer, a cooler besidethem. A third man is lying off tothe side, rolled over, apparentlyasleep. Rod is put together, wellput together, but well put togetherto go hunting. He has a southerndrawl that he brings out morestrongly at his discretion as if toemphasize the point of what he’ssaying. Chad is not put together,in fact - he looks ratherdisheveled, but the kind ofdisheveled you would look on yourway to a very important meetingafter a night of heavy drinking anddrug use. He speaks clearly,precisely, but tampers with hismannerisms; purposely making themfaulty so as to appear rather hip.Mick, the man sleeping, is justsome guyRODIt smells like piss in the stairwellCHAD(Turning on him)Did someone piss in the stairwell?ROD(Defensive)I don’t know, did you?CHADMick?(Nudges him)Did you piss in the stairwell?RODLet him sleep, man.CHADIf you piss, piss off the side, piss out the window. Do notpiss in the stairwell.