Characters

Preeti – A veteran Writer (50’s)

Rohit – A leading writer (40’s)

Kali – A rookie writer (30’s)

Show Host

Cleaner 1

Cleaner 2
ACT - 1

SCENE - 1

A small cottage located in a dense, deserted jungle. It is converted to a studio for “Midday Cracks”, an
elite internet reality game show. There are three desks and chairs on the stage. One is CenterStageRight,
one on CenterStageLeft, and the third, UpStageCenter. A cleaner comes and starts cleaning the place,
which has dried blood stains and cobwebs all over. The voice of the host is heard on the speakers. The
host is seated DownStageLeft, possibly outside the stage area (to distinguish that he/she is not a part of
the physical setting) with a computer screen in front.

Host: Hello and welcome to “Midday Cracks”. Please tell me that you can hear me at the
beginning of this video right now. Cause I have a lot to say. I have a lot, a lot to say. I
have so much incredible stuff to start saying. So can you hear me? Is it good? Good. So
here is the deal. Five years have flown by since we saw the last splutter of blood on this
very floor. And as you can see, our cleaners are getting the studio all prepped up for
tomorrow.

Faint, mellow music starts playing in the background.

Host: Aah! Now it feels like we’ve gotten started. And my God, has this music given me the
biggest chills ever or what. Who knew that this game would turn out to be the
phenomenon that it is. And this time, we are sure that it will be even more … Awwww.
It’s funny how the live stream hasn’t even started and it already has dislikes. Haters at
their finest! Anyway, just like last time, a big warning before we get started. This game is
not for the faint hearted. Please tune out in case you have any heart or neurological
ailments. So, if you people are ready, do register on the link in the description. Once you
complete the registration, you will receive a link for our Live Broadcast on email and all
of us can be a part of the second season of “Midday Cracks”. Hasta luego then.
Remember, the fun starts at midday tomorrow.

The voice broadcast stops and is replaced by a static buzz from the speakers. Another cleaner enters.

Cleaner 2: Sorry boss, I’m late. You wouldn’t believe the traffic.

Cleaner 1: No, I believe everything. You, the traffic and the lame excuse.

Cleaner 2: What to tell you now. Once a Bengalurean, always a Bengalurean. We only have one
reason for being late anywhere … Chheee, what’s this?

Cleaner 1: This is me getting the job done. And relax, you haven’t seen half of it. If you had come
on time, you wouldn’t be standing here and saying ‘Chheee?’, you would’ve started
puking right away. Now, I have finished dusting the entire place and started scraping the
blood of the floor, you ….
Meanwhile, Cleaner 2 smells a stench and goes towards one corner of the room.

Cleaner 2: Is that ….

Cleaner 1 also goes closer towards it.

Cleaner 1: Auuuk … Yeah … It is.

Cleaner 2: Shit!

Cleaner 1: I know!

Cleaner 2: But how is it possible? Did it forget to decompose midway?

Cleaner 1: No, looks recent. Wait, why am I … You do it.

Cleaner 2: No way, I am not touching that thing. Hey … dude … hey …

Cleaner 1: This is what you get for coming in late. Now put on your gloves and get working.

Cleaner 2: You no … you are …

Cleaner 1: An asshole. I know. And remember, tomorrow is the big day. This place needs to shine.

Cleaner 2: Aaah! I don’t know what this is. It looks like a rat had babies, then died, and the babies
fed on it and they died, and all their internal organs combined and went through the
slowest decomposition in the history of the planet.

Cleaner 1: Hey, less talk, more work.

Cleaner 2: Hmmm. Who all are coming tomorrow?

Cleaner 1: No clue.

Cleaner 2: Hmmm. If you know then tell me no …

Cleaner 1: No! I don’t know. Ok.

Cleaner 2: Alright, alright. In my letter, all the candidates’ names were anonymous.

Cleaner 1: Yeah, mine too.

Cleaner 2: I hope this year it is even more interesting than last year.

Cleaner 1: Why, last year wasn’t good enough for you.

Cleaner 2: Initially it was, but later it became so boring. The guy just got shot. I mean, that is so
plain. There should have been a little more brutality. You know, a little more masala.

Cleaner 1: Yeah, like how the first guy was killed.

Cleaner 2: Yeah, I know. I had only seen wine bottles breaking like that in movies before. I never
thought that a wine bottle would actually break after hitting a human skull.

Cleaner 1: And then the slashes and the screams.

Cleaner 2: Wooh. Look, my hair is standing. That was gold, man. One more myth about movies
became a reality for me.

Cleaner 1: What?

Cleaner 2: The blood oozing from the body like that.

Cleaner 1: Yeah, when I saw that I never thought I would be cleaning the same thing today.

Cleaner 2: Oh yeah, this is the same spot na. Oh my God! This is so awesome. I almost forgot.

Cleaner 1 checks his watch.

Cleaner 2: What happened? Want to break for a few minutes?

Cleaner 1 nods, removes his gloves and lights a cigarette, offering one to Cleaner 2 as well. Cleaner 1
walks away from him and looks in the distance, quietly smoking.

Cleaner 2: Thinking about anything in particular?

Cleaner 1: Did you find time to meet that executive?

Cleaner 2: Ah. Hang on.

Cleaner 2 keeps the cigarette in his mouth, struggles and removes the rubber glove, opens his bag and
brings out a brand new pair of speakers.

Cleaner 2: See? I am not as useless as you think I am.

Cleaner 1: Great! You need an award?

Cleaner 2: No, some appreciation would do …

Cleaner 1: You do some work, you get your paycheck. That’s called a job.

Cleaner 2: Hey, I am just a cleaner, ok. This wasn’t part of my job. I went out of my way, no I mean
literally, to get these.

Cleaner 1: Ok buddy. You are a good, good employee. The best!

Cleaner 2: Thanks. But talking about paycheck’s. Man, last time’s winner! His life is set. I heard he
made a killing.

Laughs at his own joke.

Cleaner 1: This year another anonymous name will make a killing.

Both stare at each other, and laugh at their own stupidity. They finish their cigarettes and get back to
work.

Cleaner 2: But it’s a great platform for struggling writers. The one’s who lose are anyway losers,
and the one who wins, gets, you know …. a lot.

Cleaner 1: You have to change the speakers.

Cleaner 2 mimics the tone in gibberish. Takes a stool/ladder and climbs to replace the speakers. Cleaner
1 assists in the task.

Cleaner 2: Does it look fine?

Cleaner 1: How does it matter how it looks? You just have to replace the new one with the old one.

Cleaner 2: Yeah, well, I beg to differ. Millions of viewers are going to be watching this from all over
the world. I want my work to shine.

The speaker falls from top. Cleaner 1 just about manages to catch it.

Cleaner 2: It’s not my fault! I wonder how it fell.

Cleaner 1: Come down. No, first come down. Look, I’ll be straight with you. Enough of fooling
around. You better take this seriously.

Cleaner 2: I’m a little squeamish about heights. Sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier.

Cleaner 1: Yeah, sure!

Cleaner 2: No, really!

Cleaner 1: Move aside.

Cleaner 1 fixes the speaker as Cleaner 2 assists him.

Cleaner 2: You want to go for a drink after this?

Cleaner 1: After this, I’m going to drop you to your room and go to mine.

Cleaner 2: No need, I’ll go off myself.

They look at the scene once again to make sure the place is nice and tidy, pack their bags and leave the
scene.

BLACK OUT.
SCENE – 2

Three people have entered the cottage and are seated on each desk. All three have white face masks.
Preeti is seated on the table CenterStageRight, Kali is CenterStageLeft, and Rohit is UpStageCenter. Kali is
reading a book. The voice of The Host is heard on the speakers.

Host: Hello everybody and welcome to “Midday Cracks”. For the last five years I haven’t
stopped thinking about this game. But before we get started there are just some
answers that I need to questions that I have, or rather you all have. So, first, first, first,
let me get to some of the questions on the live chat, “How difficult is it to hack this
game?” Is this game fixed or scripted, you ask? Well, it is, but only in one way. The way
you and everyone else around the world watches it live - by the participants. I can
assure you, it is only scripted by these three people on your screens. Also, people have
asked our process in selecting the participants. You know what, I am in a good mood
today. So, we’ll take that question for later. Now, let’s introduce the three most
controversial underground writers of this era. And let’s welcome them to another
adventure where we all lose our minds watching this mystery unfold. And you would not
believe it. Five years back we had approximately three million viewers and this time
we’ve already logged a whopping twenty million. But will we have seven times the
action? Only time will tell. And for all our new viewers, let me explain the rules of the
game. Here, we have three writers, all of whom have written some dreadful things that
have been replicated in the real world. And over the course of this weekend, they will
do exactly the same. Write dreadful things and replicate them. Only this time, they
would be writing about each others’ deaths. The last man or woman standing would be
the winner of an undisclosed large sum of money. So without any further adieu, let’s
present to you …. Preeti! Please give a brief intro about yourself but first start with the
disclaimer.

Preeti: Hi, my name is Preeti and I am doing this for myself only. If I happen to lose this game, I
will be solely responsible for my death.

Host: And we want to know how difficult or easy your decision to join this show was cause we
never expected a veteran on this show.

Preeti: I have written a lot of gory stuff but if I were to write an ending for my story, then this
would be it.

Rohit: Agreed! It’s only an illusion that others would be writing our endings, but the truth is
that we have written it ourselves by first of all coming to this show.

Preeti: (While laughing in agreement) But honestly speaking, I didn’t realize what I was doing at
the time, and now it’s too late I guess.
Host: Wow! Those are a nice couple of contradictory statements to throw everyone off. But
we know what you’ve done. You’ve joined the best show ever.

Rohit: (Cheering) Woo! How did this legend wind up here?

Rohit walks forward and hugs Preeti and goes back to his seat.

Preeti: You mean the once noble writer, who wrote about light and hope, now reduced to this?
Well, you might be wondering who I am …

Rohit: Oh, they know!

Preeti: Rohit, you might be the star of our tiny little world but I don’t think the viewers of this
show are much of readers. They only want to see a bloodbath. So, I’m going to take a
step back and answer your question, how did I end up here? To answer that, back in the
day, in this world, actually not so far back, when everything was not as ruined as it is
now ….

Host: Sorry to interrupt, but a user by the name New World Order is repeatedly asking if we
have any replacement or wild card entries added to the show this time. Well, this is not
“any” show my friend. This is an event. It does not happen every week. Back to your
story Preeti.

Preeti: All I was trying to say is that I just can’t believe it. After all this time, my life … it could be
… almost over.

Kali: It’s not over yet, so relax now.

Preeti: That’s right, Kali. (Pointing at the book in her hand) Which one is it?

Kali shows the cover of the book she is reading to Preeti. It is a book written by Rohit. Preeti looks at the
book and smiles at Rohit. He looks down.

Host: And another user, Shadow World Ritual says “This is a young person’s game. What is
this old hag doing here?” Another user, Magick M-a-g-i-c-k says “Does it look right to
slaughter an old woman like this?” Well, first off, good job on the morality Mr. Magician
with a ck I might add, and second, never underestimate anyone, my friends. Once again,
back to Preeti.

Preeti: Just want to tell the viewers - Remember the name! Cause I hate being labeled by my
shortcomings. And also, age is the only thing on my side. Experience always gives you a
better chance.

Rohit: You don’t know that. Now a day’s rookies are as good as anyone.

Kali looks back in panic and gives a cold stare to Rohit.

Host: Ok. That’s enough small talk. It’s time to unmask the reason for your selection.

Kali: What does that mean?

Rohit: Mr. Host wants her to reveal the contents of that book.

Kali: Well hurry up then! Even I’m curious about your book.

Preeti: (To Rohit) Are you sure it wasn’t something else?

Host: These comments are just, Oh, Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know man. I don’t know, I really
don’t know. But we’re going to get into this right away, we’re going to do this. You guys
are going to get spooked. Uggh! But we’re all in this together, so we gonna, we gonna
do this, we gonna do this. Let me tell you that these writers are carefully chosen, the
only criteria being that they have written an atrocious fictional incident in their novels
which has turned out to be true. I mean I don’t know how that would happen? Reading
is just so passé. I guess criminals do find the time to read. Woah, it’s working! We just
broke the internet, people! Thirty million viewers! People, people, people, cover up the
windows and lock up every door. We’re awakening a demon no one’s ever seen before.
Now Preeti, please tell our viewers what was it that you wrote that made the cut, and
please do not reveal the name of the book.

Preeti: First off, I just want to clarify, that despite what I wrote in my book, when people with
schizophrenia hear voices telling them to do something, they’re rarely even tempted to
act on it. What I write is called fiction for a reason. In fact if it is something violent, it
usually disgusts and scares them, often leading to isolation.

Rohit: That’s probably why he got caught. Fucking psycho should’ve researched the subject
matter a little more, than reading a story book.

Kali: These sociopaths don’t have emotions, so they have to fake them, and when they do,
they are exaggerated and over the top.

Rohit: Exactly!

Rohit and Kali look at each other and immediately look away.

Preeti: Oh, you are way off here. So, this guy, taking “inspiration” from my book as he claimed,
kills his wife and one year old …

Rohit: Did he bash all their skulls with a hammer and …

Preeti: Uhhuh! And ate their raw brains too! I mean, ugggh! Here’s the fun part. In my book the
guy was a schizophrenic so this guy also claims to be one, with an Oscar worthy
performance to go with it. But as time went by at the station, the effects of his
“personal” medication cooled off, and he came to his real state of mind.
Kali: Hah! I have seen people get entangled in their wicked webs before.

Rohit: Must have been some real good stuff!

Host: So this is what the master was hiding from us underneath the mask.

Preeti: Come on, Mr. Host. Don’t put it like that. I never knew we were allowed to speak of it.

Host: Oh God! Shut up Anon! Get this right here, this one says, and I quote, this bitch needs to
fear her death, if she comes out alive out of this tomorrow, I will make it my sole
purpose in life to smash her skull and eat her brains out. You shittydick, we are telling
you the inner workings because we think you deserve to know, but if you’re going to
jump to death threats, then … Oh shit, wait a minute, did I, did I … O’holy … thirty five
million! I am literally going to get a tattoo of the number we reach today. Now let’s
move on to Rohit.

Rohit: Hi, my name is Rohit and I am doing this for myself only. If I happen to lose this game, I
will be solely responsible for my death.

Kali gets up and starts to exit.

Preeti: Kali …

Kali: I don’t want to … I need to … (makes a sign of smoking a cigarette)

Preeti joins her. They exit. Rohit is in deep thought. Show theme music plays as the Host speaks.

Host: Alright. We didn’t expect that but looks like we are taking a short break. In the
meanwhile, Baphomet says that this show is mindless, fake and shows how we feast on
our own twisted little cheap thrills.

BLACK OUT.

SCENE – 3

Kali is crying and angry as she enters. Preeti follows her. Rohit is agitated as soon as they enter.

Rohit: Preeti! Kali! How long! (Lowers his voice as he sees Kali)

Kali: (Shouts towards the camera) Hey, we were not trying to escape …

Host: But in order to be sure, we had to do this.

Kali: You did this for us? You did this for you!

Host: You have to accept this, we all die someday. Isn’t that what you came here for?
Kali: This isn’t fair.

Host: And this isn’t the end.

Rohit gestures to Preeti asking what happened.

Preeti: You know what happened, we were smoking on the stairs, then two men came with a
gunny bag, opened it and burnt a cat alive.

Kali: (Crying profusely) Not a cat, that cat meant the world to me.

Rohit: Elsa?

Kali looks at him and nods trying to stifle her sobs.

Host: Whoop! And what an impact that has had! Thirty eight million!

Kali picks her bag and walks towards the exit but Rohit holds her hand. She turns around with fury.

Kali: What!

Rohit doesn’t know what to say. He peels off his mask and reveals his face to the camera. Then walks off
to his seat.

Host: Ok. Huh! Let’s do this. Brrrr…

Rohit: Left with no memory of who he was or where he was from. He didn’t even know if he
was human or not.

Kali and Preeti also sit.

Host: Yes Bartender. We can get the others to take off their masks too. I’m …

Rohit: He was new to town, and was wondering if he could get some directions.

Host: Where are you going with this?

Rohit: I … don’t know.

Host: What do you mean?

Rohit: He just woke up and couldn’t remember anything. The only thing he knew was that
every time he tried speaking his jaw kept locking up and he had no idea why.

Host: Huh, do you think …

Rohit: Nooooooo!

Host: Uh oh, you sound like you need some help.

Preeti: I think he’s talking about his story.

Kali: When was the last time you met her?

There is no response from him.

Kali: So I assume you haven’t since…

Preeti: Who are you talking about?

Rohit: The queen of the castle relentlessly tugged at the golden string.

Preeti: What?

Kali: You’ve never heard of his issues? With his family?

Preeti: Can’t say I have.

Rohit: Her whisper is the only thing he can think of as a cure. The queen lay under the shadow
of the most terrifying demon known to man.

Preeti: Whose shadow?

Rohit: (Searching for his breath) And the… and the… and the…

Kali: I feel you need to forget…

Rohit: Forget what?

Kali lifts her mask and reveals her face.

Host: Ho… ho… ho… Hold on… hold on… hold on… hold on… hold on… hold on… hooold on!
Forty million! You care for this, girl? Yes, you do! I actually have no idea but we’re totally
there for the full ride here. We’re gonna see it till the end. I knew this would spike it, but
gosh, that’s the largest spike we’ve had so far.

Rohit: His mother eventually took him home. I knew him till he was a little infant. He grew with
loving parents, yet abandoned as a child. Some people judged him by his looks, some by
his behavior. He had red eyes and horns they said. He was a monster they said and
laughed. He looked in the mirror but he could never see the things they could. Nobody
told him he was evil when he did things for people. He wasn’t bad, he just came from
bad people. He was born in the light but raised in shadows, taught that it wasn’t as bad
as he thought. As time went by, he forgot to save his life from those killers. His family
thought they helped him by staying warm through the winters and cold in the summers.
They thought by hiding him they would save him from the world’s sacrifice. But he just
became food for insanity.

Host: Ladies, can someone help me out here?

Rohit: There came a day when he could do anything, and he became the most powerful piper
in the world, he could do anything.

Host: Not what I was expecting. I don’t know why, but I was expecting something more along
the lines of… kinda like… oh oh oh ok. Alright. The Shadow Whisperer says “Bring me
blood or receive eternal punishment”.

Rohit: He played his signature tune, made everything right, fixed every wrong. He lifted himself
up while everyone fell.

Host: Maybe he could do something that any of us could understand.

Kali: Yeah, yeah, I think…

Host: Oh… okay. So? Where can I find it?

Kali: We… don’t know.

Rohit: Nobody does.

Host: Uh-huh. Except The Alchemist! It’s from your novel “That Pesky Outlaw”.

Preeti: Oh, I know that one.

Host: Alright, hellooo! I’m just so confused. Wonder what goes on at his house. Is it some kind
of black magic or probably just google. Yeah, probably just google. But he’s given us
what we want.

Preeti: It’s about the kid who murders his father and feeds him to his mom na. Making a dish
out of each body part everyday. Oh! I like that scene how the mother enjoys that dish
he makes out of the father’s cheeks. It made me so hungry. But ewww! Someone did
that? Yikes!

Kali: Yeah … It’s a very personal story for…

Preeti: You mean he…

Kali: No no, just the abusive father part. Rest all were his innermost feelings which he wrote
through the book. But I just can’t believe someone actually… Auck.

Host: Hmmm… ok. Sorry to go through that a little quick but Kali can we have yours now.

Kali: (Clears her throat) She tried to re-write time. No worse than that Goddess you all
worship, how do you think she earned her name?

Host: Ohho… Oh… I don’t like the way this… Oh where can I find The Alchemist again? Just
come through with your story already. I mean, where is your story, lady! (Laughs
 uncontrollably) Sapphire Valley says that Rohit… (Keeps laughing uncontrollably) …That’s
the… Hoooo shit! I can’t read this.

Preeti: Just do it quick like how I did na, if that is what they want.

Kali: It was worth a shot, I might not have an epiphany but I too am an artist after all.

Host: One more thing before you start.

Kali: What is it?

Host: The disclaimer, please.

Kali: Oh yes, of course. My name is Kali and I am doing this for myself only. If I happen to lose
this game, I will be solely responsible for my death.

Preeti: What’s that? On your cheek?

Preeti points towards a red dot on her left cheek.

Kali: Oh, I don’t know. I guess I had it when Elsa…

Host: Well? I hope nothing gets in the way of your story now.

Kali: (Disdainfully) I hope so too. So this guy, in a fit of rage over a stupid song his girl played,
burnt her alive. Within a few months, he spiraled into madness. Said that he could see
her spirit everywhere.

Rohit walks away toward the door.

Host: Hey there, can I help you with anything?

Rohit stays silent.

Host: Why don’t you come back to your seat?

Rohit shrugs with a sigh and does as told.

Preeti: But did no one realize she wasn’t at home for so many months? (To Rohit) And why are
you so…?

Host: Wait a minute, hang on a second here. Don’t tell me she too was eaten.

Kali: I can’t remember the exact dates, but it was just a few weeks ago when I got to know
about this case, and I followed it every day.

Pause.

Host: Well?
Kali: Then he started wearing all black clothing with a red bindi, just like what she wore in her
last clicked photo, all rather eerily similar to what I had written. That was really
fascinating to me.

Preeti: Did they do a drug test?

Kali: And they found he was bonkers up north for real.

Host: Alright then, we need to take a break on that note. Stay tuned and get yourself a warm
cuppa, or whatever it is that floats your boat, and we will be back soohooon!

BLACK OUT for a second and then bright house lights come ON.

SCENE – 4

Host: Yeah, this… this seems right.

Starts laughing uncontrollably, and all the three start laughing infectiously.

Rohit: I can’t.

Kali: I need to…

Preeti: Alright…

She realizes she still has her mask ON and removes it.

Preeti: Take that Alchemist… (and continues laughing)

Rohit walks towards Kali and sits very close to her, uncomfortably close.

Kali: Excuse me!

She turns around and swiftly holds a kitchen knife up to Rohit’s throat. He raises his hands almost asking
her to take it easy.

Kali: Who do you think you are?

Rohit: I… I thought…

Kali: Why are you after me?

Rohit: I did not expect to find you here.

Kali jolts forward and presses the knife on Rohit’s nose. He squeaks.
Host: Woah! Looks like we’re ready to rock. What is cooking here, and what’s with the
pointless aggression, the cams are off!

Kali releases her hold on Rohit, he goes back to his seat.

Preeti: Hey, did you find any comments why my mask wasn’t removed?

Host: Do you know the Grim Reapress?

Preeti: Yeah... I know Lady Death.

Host: So, I saw one message from her asking why you hadn’t unmasked.

Preeti: Even if I wanted to, I could possibly never understand how and why people choose such
usernames.

Kali: You seem flustered.

Preeti: I am, I am fucking flustered, and let’s just leave it at that.

Kali: Okay! But… is there something you wanna… maybe… talk about?

Preeti takes out a tissue and dabs her eyes.

Preeti: I once was a great writer, was unofficially awarded the title, “The writer of the
resistance”. That was a time of great success, I saw everything, but now, it feels like I
have no past. Those memories seem like a lifetime lived in a different world not shared
by the realities of this world. Tell me, is an author an artist?

Rohit: Yes, I think an author should definitely be called an artist.

Kali: Something we agree on, apparently.

Preeti: Even I think an author should be called an artist, (rolling her eyes) ”if” they’re artists
because they create characters, they create stories, they create great lines, and then die
in obscurity. All they search for is a little bit of praise, a little bit of recognition, and
when they finally don’t get that… Oh no, most are too scared to go on their own, even if
they did, you would not know, they are not important.

Kali: It’s alright, let it go.

Kali goes up to Preeti and pats her shoulder. They both get up and start walking towards the door.

Host: Where are you going?

Kali: Oh! Can we light it here that the cams are off?
Host: You be seated now, we have very less time off. Take a look at your scripts, and that’s
what we have submitted from each of you. Read it once so you don’t fumble while
reading it live.

They all shrug and start looking at their phones and reading.

BLACK OUT.

ACT - 2

SCENE – 1

Spot only showing the Host. The Host speaks in a God like voice. Gradually lights on stage as The Host
speaks.

Host: What are all these beans doing spilled? Someone’s been spilling beans. Well, I don’t take
kindly to spilled beans. There was a simple requirement. Don’t spill the beans. And some
of you, some of you have been spilling the beans. That’s not ok. I trusted those beans to
you. Now look what you’ve done. You’ve spilled them everywhere. The secret of the
beans must remain a secret. Always, and forever. I know who spilled the beans. Your
punishment will come. But for now, stew in the stain of your failure. Once the beans are
spilled, they never go back in the can. So keep the beans safe. And welcome to the
weirdest intro I’ve ever had. Hey, how you doing. What’s going on? Welcome to
“Midday Cracks”. So…

Kali: Shall we continue?

Host: Correcto.

Preeti: Onwards then.

Host: Alright, hey how you doing? You doing good? Cause I’m doing good. It’s really good. It’s
a good time. It’s good. Hey, I love you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for joining
me on this steamy afternoon. Really nothing special’s going to happen. I don’t know if
anyone’s expecting something to go on. Expecting something to kerfuffle. There’s no
kerfuffle’s here. No. No... No... No. No... No... No. What? Sponsor? No... No... No. Guys?
If it were a product I would consume, I would say yes in a heartbeat. (Starts laughing)
That’s ridiculous. You’ve waited for so long, you know what’s going down. The question
is who is going down first. This time let’s start with Rohit.

Rohit: Whatever. They don’t matter. I just need to focus.

Kali: That’s beside’s the point, ok! Try not to “make a movie” about it, and just say what you
have to say!
Rohit: Look, I don’t need any more problems to deal with than I already have.

Kali: (Laughs out loud) I hope no one heard you.

Preeti: (Joining in with a laugh) So, I’m not alone.

Rohit: I don’t know what you both are talking about.

Kali: That must be because you are the dumbest person in this world’s history.

Rohit: Whatever, and you are ugly. Yep.

Kali: I hate you.

Preeti: Hey, you two, time out!

Host: Sometimes, you just got to go on. Got to see what’s happening. Oh, Guys! Woah, woah!
Guys! Please, no! Gaahahahahahays! No… no… no… no… no. Del Monte wouldn’t
sponsor us. No! No they wouldn’t. It’s ok. I can understand how you would think they
would. Given how much red sauce is spilled here. You excited for that? Excited for the
red sauce? But don’t have the packaged one’s. They are laced with preservatives and
chemicals. We give you a very fresh batch here. Don’t you go anywhere. We start with
Rohit.

Rohit: I’ll be doing nothing to them.

Host: What is that you muttered?

Rohit: I will set them free.

Preeti and Kali roll their eyes.

Kali: It really just means that you’re extremely lame and boring. And also too shy to tell the
world your deep dark fantasies.

Rohit: Well Kali, if I do anything that isn’t nothing, I could easily overpower you two.

Kali: Thanks Rohit, and do wake me once you’re done.

Host: So bro, what do you wanna do? We don’t have all night. Just break it already.

Rohit: Kali. She will have her throat strangled till she runs out of her last wind of breath.

Host: Oh, wouldn’t we love the chance of seeing someone flapping their arms about gasping
for breath till they give away.

Rohit: You’re right. And I know exactly what to do with Preeti. I have brought with me a
bowling ball. (Removing a good eleven pounder from his duffle bag)
Host: Ollie! Something’s gonna … something’s going to happen… something is going to happen
in forty seven minutes. Something’s going to happen. Something incredible. Something
mindblowing. Something astonishing. Something that you couldn’t even remotely
handle is going to happen. I don’t know what it is. I saw the signs and the stars. I saw
them written on the sky. But something is going to happen and you, you won’t be able
to handle it when it does. When it happens, you won’t be able to know what to do with
yourself. Your life will be changed. Your being will be transformed. Your entire
experience and your perception of reality will be turned on it’s head. I… I say this to you
to warn you, because what’s coming, is amazing.

There is a long pause where the three participants look at each other.

Preeti: Is your idea what I am thinking it is?

Host: I’ve not been this pumped in a long time.

Rohit: Yes, I will beat your skull with it till there is no life left in you and after that some more
just for fun.

Preeti: Are you serious?

Rohit: Yeah, I’m serious. Let’s go with the next.

Host: So, we went to the bowling alley, we smelt the pizza being made in the kitchen outside.
We have walked in and it’s time to get our shoes from the next person at the counter.
Let’s go to Preeti, who always has the same expression on her face, despair.

Preeti: There you go, I’m smiling now.

Host: (Laughing) You’re not allowed to, you know.

Preeti: I always had this fantasy, of seeing someone turn purple in front of me. A perfect two
million volts of power. No more, no less. And I have to use this only once (Removing a
stun gun, slightly refurbished by the looks, from her purse). It’s the only thing besides
writing that I put aside time for in the last month. And Rohit, it will pain less if you de-
stress and relax yourself.

Rohit: You did this on your own?

Preeti: I am going to smoke you, dear. (Blows a kiss towards him)

Host: You’re a fucking psychopath. You know that, right? I don’t know if I want to listen to
what gruesome thing you have planned for Kali.

Preeti: That sounds like profanity to me. Are we headed in that way now?

Kali: I know I could use some.

Host: Settle down, peeps. (To the audience) And for you, grab onto your walls or grab onto
your balls. (To Preeti) Let’s move around to her, Preeti.

Preeti: Have you guys ever noticed the regular people you see while walking down a lane?
Some of them nodding in your direction as though they recognize you. There is
something about knocking them down and just stabbing them with a knife right in their
face till the screaming stops.

Preeti almost goes in a trance. Kali is visibly scared.

Rohit: Hey Preeti!

Host: I’m gonna order some pizza. Hello, I want a pizza delivered please. Hey Preeti, the guy
says he can’t find his knife to cut the sausages. It’s the big butcher’s knife. It makes this
sound when struck. (Removes a butcher’s knife from underneath his desk and hits it a
couple of times on his table). I’ll be damned if you know anything about it.

Everyone laughs. Preeti has a few tears in her eyes while Kali is slightly uncomfortable with her laugh.

Host: Let’s strut over from one counter to the next.

Kali: When I was a little younger, I had this weird habit of staring at the gas burner while
lighting the stove. The turning knob made the gas flow like a meteor flying effortlessly
through space. And when it reached the tip of the burner and met the strokes of the
lighter, poof!

She goes in a trance as she speaks. After saying ‘poof!’, she clenches her fist and rolls her head back on
the seat and says…

Kali: Oh! I just love that sound!

Rohit walks over to her. Lights a match in front of her face and asks.

Rohit: (Mimicking an American teenage, not so bright person) So, how many matches does it
take to burn like a human being?

Kali: Rohit, you’re so funny. I have got something a little bigger than a matchstick.

She pulls out a huge flamethrower from a bag under her desk and lights it in the air. Rohit looks at it and
his eyes grow wide with shock.

Rohit: A flamethrower!

Preeti: I did nazi that coming!

Rohit: First tell who?

Kali: Preeti…
Rohit heaves a sigh of relief.

Kali: You are so good at making puns.

Rohit looks at Kali rather confused at what she meant.

Kali: It has been almost six months since I went near a gas burner. Don’t worry Rohit,
someday sometime, someone is bound to beat you at your own game.

Rohit: Unlikely, but good luck.

He proceeds to his seat, kicks the chair, straightens it and sits. Preeti tries to muffle her laughter at the
whole scene.

Kali: Don’t worry, I’ll come to you.

Rohit: Look at her smug confidence.

Now Kali begins to laugh.

Preeti: What’s so funny?

Kali: It’s your face. This is the first time you laughed today. But it won’t be long before you
are turned into a radioactive marshmallow.

Host: Would ya look at that! The rookie standing up against the giants. Alright then, time for a
last meal. (Loud knock on the door is heard. Rohit goes OFFSTAGE to open it. Preeti and
Kali look at each other and also go behind Rohit so as to not leave him alone.) Ooh! And
the pizza is here!

BLACK OUT.

SCENE – 2

They come back running and hollering in a festive mood with two boxes of pizza. They sit at Rohit’s desk.
Preeti and Kali get their chair’s and purse’s at the desk and sit. Kali tries to grab a slice of pizza but Rohit
taps her hand.

Rohit: Ladies, as the head of the family…

Kali: (Playfully, mimicking a damsel in distress) O my Patriarch, would you be so sweet as to

help me remove a slice of pizza.

Rohit: On it, my Mistress. We are quite the family of three, aren’t we?

Kali: Ok, so who’s the mother, the father and the daughter?
Rohit: Why does it have to be that? I mean it could be a mother, her son and his bride. You are
close to my age. Preeti can be the mom. Yeah, a mom who has alzheimer’s and can’t
recognize her own son.

Preeti: (Not too impressed with the joke) I have been noticing you both whole day and I must
say you have a lot of chemistry going on.

Kali: Had. Hat. Hate. I hate to watch this pizza just sit here.

Kali pulls the box towards her.

Kali: Does everyone in the family of three want seasonings and chili all over?

They look towards her and nod. She is unable to remove a slice as they are not well cut up. Kali looks into
her purse. Preeti sees that and removes a knife from her purse and cuts the pizza all through. She cleans
the knife and puts it back in her purse. Kali adds seasonings and gives her a piece.

Kali: Hot stuff coming through!

She removes one piece for herself and starts eating. Rohit stares at her.

Kali: Oh yeah, I almost forgot!

She laughs at her own silly joke and hands a slice over to Rohit.

Kali: For you, Mr. Head of family.

Rohit: It isn’t amusing after a million times, you know. Ummm… I love barbeque chicken.

Preeti spits out her pizza and slams the slice on the box.

Preeti: Etch! Is this pineapple?

Kali: (Looking towards the camera) Thanks man!

Preeti: You asked me what I wanted on the fuuuu… form.

Kali takes a bite of the crunchy crust.

Kali: (With her mouth full) Oh my God, it’s so hooooo.

She drops the slice right into her lap. The grease and sauce is all over her jeans. All this while swallowing
her bite. As she looks up, Preeti is staring at her. Kali, trying to change the topic.

Kali: Like, how do we have hot pizza in the middle of nowhere?

Preeti: Great! Lovely! No one is ever content with anything anymore. I love hot pizza. I like
pineapple on pizza. I get a hot pizza with pineapple on top. That too what could possibly
be the last meal of my bloo… life. But no! Now it’s too hot! Oh! I like it just perfect. For
 once, just be grateful for what you got and stuff your mouth with the Goddamned pizza.
And don’t you dare tell me that Goddamned is a cuss word.

Rohit bursts out laughing.

Rohit: You’re such a… such a…

Kali stands up and shakes her leg. She somehow manages to drop the pizza on the floor without touching
it.

Kali: Preeti, calm down and say hello to your little savior. (She pulls out a box of packed salad
from her purse and mimics shooting her with it)

Rohit: Tch! One piece wasted. This is what I don’t like. You know how many people die of
starvation?

Kali: What an exaggerator.

Preeti: (Now seemingly happy with Kali) Let the games begin, then we’ll show him.

Rohit: You are very far behind Madam. Just like that deer who always gets caught in the
headlights. It started six minutes back. The game! I have my ball right next to me. And I
can smash your skull any time.

Kali: See, just now he was talking about being a family.

Kali has finished cleaning herself up and goes to her desk to get her bag along with the flamethrower.

Preeti: Mr. Father, I mean Mr. Head, the Host will tell us before we start.

Rohit: Can you hear him anywhere? How are you doing Mr. Host? Has he said anything? I can’t
hear anything, can you?

Preeti: (Pointing at the pizza) I’m not too enthused to talk to him after this anyway, let alone
anyone.

Kali: What a great family we are! We haven’t even been together for a few hours and…
(Handing her the bowl) Check if this is fine.

Preeti: Ummm… my mom makes a salad just like this. In fact I had one just last week at her
place. This is really good.

Rohit licks his lips staring at the bowl.

Preeti: This is much better than what I had asked for anyway.

Rohit: (Finishing the last bite of his slice, points to Preeti’s slice which is on the box) I don’t
suppose you’re going to finish that, are you? (Preeti nods in the negative) Oh good!
Kali taps his hand and tosses the pizza away as he is about to pick it up.

Rohit: Awww man!

Kali: How are you still like this? And stop shaking your head like a fool.

Rohit: Well, I eat a lot. A lot more than you anyway. And people who eat a lot don’t like to see
food getting wasted. Just like people who smoke hate it when half a cigarette falls
down.

Kali: Whatever man. I think I’m going to end up killing you in more ways than one.

Preeti: Soon one of us will go home and meet our maker.

Kali: Sure.

Rohit: What did you say? Maker what? When did you become a believer? If I know correctly…

Preeti: I’m surprised you know so much about me.

Kali: She’s a believer, not a believer, so what? Maybe there was a time she was not too
interested in God and now she is. Can’t she change her opinion? And it’s not like you
actually know her. You can’t make assumptions hearing a thing or two on interviews.

Rohit: You look so cute when you become all… like that.

Kali: (Shaking her head at Preeti) Who cares. Ig-nore.

Preeti: Regardless of all of this, this was a really good salad.

Rohit: Yeah, maybe. We wouldn’t know, we didn’t get any.

Preeti: I think our break time is over now. It’s getting a little hot, no?

Preeti is sweating a lot. She tries to get up but quickly gets breathless and falls to the ground. She is now
gasping for her breath. Rohit looks at Kali. Kali smiles and winks. His gaze shifts to the slice of pizza fallen
on the ground.

Rohit: I guess sometimes it’s ok to waste food.

Kali: You’re an idiot!

They both laugh looking at Preeti fluttering on the floor.

Kali: I almost passed out when she threw that first slice. I was like how do I convince her to
eat it. But I knew I would make it happen, I always do.

There is a buzzing sound on the speaker.

Host: Who’s dying on us? Probably your mom. Hey there. Wanna go to the Midday Cave? I can
pick you up in a few minutes. Whatcha think? The cave, with me? I haven’t been there
in ages. (Laughing) Sure, see you in a few minutes. But given that I just woke up, let me
quickly wrap my head around this, this, this “clean” piece of clinical execution.

Kali: I think I just got lucky to have that old salad still hanging in my purse.

Host: Luck or not, it was perfect.

There is a buzzing sound from the speaker again.

Host: I’m going to get that fixed. So, you ready to spill the beans?

Kali: Yeah, one second.

She holds Preeti’s wrist to make sure she’s dead but Preeti lets out a sudden loud gasp and tries to claw
the air around her.

Kali: Fu… Bloody phoney.

Rohit: Yep, she’s phoney.

Kali pulls out the wallet from her purse and shows sachets of pizza seasonings to the camera.

Host: Yep, that’s what she hides in her wallet folks!

Kali: Hey, I got money too you know.

Host: Yep, and money too!

Kali: I got my car keys too, you know, just in case… Yep.

Host: Just in case what?

Kali: In case I get to go.

Rohit: Hey Kali, go. Your car is in that parking spot behind those two trees in the middle of the
other countless trees in this jungle no?

Kali: (Helplessly but with a snide) I don’t want to walk that far.

Rohit: You do realize it’s just the two of us now, right?

Kali: Shut up.

Rohit: You know what I mean.

Kali: How long do you want us to wait here?

Host: Until she takes her last breath. There are cases of slipping into coma with cyanide. Some
even survive. If you know what I mean.

Kali: I know what you mean, Rasputin. I gave her a good dose. But if she slips into a coma,
then what?

Host: If she does, (laughing) then her skull gets a golden opportunity to hang out with Rohit’s
bowling ball.

She quickly opens Preeti’s mouth and empties another sachet into it.

Kali: Do you have enough now? Don’t worry about anything ok, just relax.

Rohit: I don’t think she can hear you say anything, you psycho.

Kali lets out a loud yelp!

Kali: Finally! Cyanide is way too fast. For a moment I thought this was gonna take forever.

Rohit: How far is our accommodation, again?

Host: About twenty minutes, give or take a few.

Kali: Can I take her jacket as a souvenir?

Host: Well, she is dead now.

Kali rotates Preeti’s body so that her feet are pointing towards the audience. Meanwhile the two
cleaners come in and put blindfolds on Kali’s and Rohit’s eyes and take them away.

Rohit: What was that?

Kali: I had read in an article that…

BLACK OUT.

SCENE – 3

The two cleaners walk in with all their cleaning equipment.

Cleaner 2: You don’t drink often, do you?

Cleaner 1: Not really.

Cleaner 2: No wonder you shifted to lemon soda after one glass of whiskey. Damn, I have a good
buzz. (Looking at the body) Ooh! What do we have here. Hey, she is that…
Cleaner 1: She was.

Cleaner 2: I mean, yes, whatever. She recently wrote a book about a rich man, who on a hunting
trip ends up killing a tiger and gets it’s little one’s home. He builds a big cage for them in
his estate. (Chuckling) I remember that word because I heard it after such a long time.
But anyway, he had an estate. Did I mention he was rich? Yeah? Yeah. You would think
that he gets them to take care of them out of guilt. But… he never pets them. Never
plays with them. Never releases them. He never feeds them meat. He doesn’t employ a
caretaker for them. He is rich. He can. But he doesn’t. He just throws live stock in their
cage and makes them hunt and watches for fun. Watching, as the frightened cubs run
away from the terrified hen. Slowly building up the courage to kill their prey. All through
the book you think he is a psycho. It’s all a game for him. As the cubs learn to hunt, he
gets a bigger prey. Enjoying their tussle and struggle each time. Eventually, he releases
them back to the jungle. Where they belong. And now they can hunt on their own. It’s
then that you realize that he played the role of a real parent. He was a real papa tiger to
those cubs.

Cleaner 1: If you’re done reminiscing about the beautiful novel that this beautiful dead writer
wrote then can we, I mean with your permission of course, get to work?

Cleaner 2: (Disdainfully) Do we carve her right here? It’ll be easier to take her out.

Cleaner 1: Do you eat where you shit? Cause it’s easier than walking to the kitchen?

There is no response.

Cleaner 1: Is it easier to clean poodles of blood or lift a dead weight for half a kilometer?

Cleaner 2 opens his bag and wears his gloves.

Cleaner 2: Do you have garbage bags?

Cleaner 1: No.

Cleaner 2: You’re such a professional.

Cleaner 1 flings the pack of garbage bags at him. He picks up the pieces of pizza from the floor.

Cleaner 2: What jerks waste so much pizza.

Cleaner 1: We’ve got tons of work. Hurry up.

Cleaner 2: This time I’ll be the one to change the speaker.

Cleaner 1: Why, aren’t you afraid of heights anymore?

Cleaner 2 takes a swig out of his flask and nods in the negative.

Cleaner 2: Not any more.

Cleaner 1: Jackass!

Cleaner 2 removes his shirt and swings it in the air. Cleaner 1 tries dragging Preeti’s body but he is barely
able to move it.

Cleaner 2: Now it’s my chance to shine. Come, hold the ladder.

Cleaner 1 takes a moment to make up his mind but then goes behind him.

Cleaner 2: You know when she was about to get killed the show crossed more than sixty eight
million viewers. You understand what it means?

Cleaner 1: Yeah, someone gets lots of money.

Cleaner 2: I can’t believe just a decade ago people used to get jailed for something like this.

Cleaner 1: Sure! But now everything goes in the name of entertainment.

Cleaner 2: Now I get it. You don’t like this, do you?

Cleaner 1: There was a time when reality shows were real. Five years back it was real.

Cleaner 2: Are you saying that this time…

Cleaner 1: Yep!

Cleaner 2: But that’s always the case you know. People always want something more. And reality is
a bit unpredictable. But you add a little fiction to it. And jackpot!

Cleaner 1: I remember the backlash this received when it streamed. The entire internet community
was up in arms about the violence. Yet, here we are. After five years with sixty eight
million viewers.

Cleaner 2: Ah! People on the internet!

Cleaner 1: Earlier I used to eat shit. I thought I was the only one. But now, I go on the internet and
everyone’s doing it. Suddenly, I am part of a community, a very elite community. A
simulated figure of a manufactured majority. Just a fucking herd of repetitive opinions
and boycotts.

Cleaner 2: But they love to feed on images of death. You should see these imbeciles fight on the
internet.

Cleaner 1: Oh! That’s my favorite pass time. I just love when two opposing views question each
others’ integrity not realizing that whataboutery works both ways.

Cleaner 2: Entitled reality TV addicts calling out each others’ double standards on the internet.
Cleaner 1: I have seen people comment on everything, even porn. Just pick a different category,
man. They become precisely what they abhor and criticize. A paradox! Honestly, I think
there should be a limit on the number of people we interact with on the internet.

Cleaner 2 has replaced the speaker now and gets down.

Cleaner 2: Look. I understand what you mean. But the truth is that we are not affected. They are
not affected. We are all hypocrites. So let’s just enjoy this. After all, it is at someone
else’s expense, right.

Cleaner 1: Hmmm. No point troubling our mental health over it.

Cleaner 2: And we’re getting paid a handsome amount for the clean up.

Cleaner 1: Yeah, we’re getting paid well.

Cleaner 2: (Pointing at the speaker) You okay?

Cleaner 1: (Looking down) Yeah.

Cleaner 2: I mean with this.

Cleaner 1: Oh yeah. Good job.

Cleaner 2: See, it feels good to be appreciated. Thank you.

They both start lifting Preeti. Cleaner 2 takes the legs while Cleaner 1 lifts her shoulders. Cleaner 2 is
unable to keep pace with him and let’s go of her legs.

Cleaner 2: You kidding me, man? How fast?

Cleaner 1: Hey asshole, I’m doing all the lifting here. You only have to walk. And why don’t you
carry the bags along too.

Cleaner 2 just shakes his head and does as told. They both leave with Preeti’s body.

BLACK OUT.

SCENE – 4

Kali and Rohit enter and look around.

Kali: Woah! Spick and span!

Rohit: Time to fill some color in this dull, grey world we live in.
Host: Today is a wonderful day indeed. Hello everybody and welcome back to the finale of
“Midday Cracks”. Yesterday you saw a very calculated and manipulative outing of a
dear, dear participant. But today it will be played in a more serious, “let’s play” capacity,
if you know what I mean. And today is special cause not only will we watch a show we
really, really love, but I also have some special news for you. You want me to spill the
beans?

Kali: (In a very uninterested tone) Yes!

Host: Back when we started this, five years ago, we didn’t even have three million viewers,
and now, thanks to you, we have over seventy million for today’s finale. But that’s not
the news. Ring all the bells and whistles you want cause this show will now go live every
month. A brand new show, a “survival” show, with brand new participants, every
month.

Rohit: Seriously?

Host: Just the way the world works, man. Buildings reach the clouds, streets stretch for miles
and all roads get connected to each other. Each house to the next, each city to the one
surrounding it. I forget what it’s called. Man!

Rohit: Traffic?

Host: Yeah, progress! Traffic is just a by-product, my friend. Anyway, I’m tired of yapping so
much. I am going to get up now and take a walk. Where should I go. Any ideas? How
about the kitchen? To get my bowl of popcorn. Hey, don’t say that. I have my reasons. A
– I’m famished. B – It’s fun to see people fight it out while you eat a good nutritious
bowl of corn. Yes, that is a great idea! So, let’s eat! I mean let’s play!

Kali: I can’t believe he thought that was a good idea, how immature. And why aren’t we
getting our final last meal today?

Kali slowly goes to her bag and stands next to it. Rohit sees that and immediately jumps across to his bag
and removes a thin, sharp wire stretching its elasticity.

Rohit: You are not going to sweet talk your way out of this today.

Kali also removes the flamethrower from her bag.

Kali: Oh, I was just saying that I was hungry for a burger, and I like my patties to be crisp.

Rohit: Seriously, dude?

Kali: Stop thinking and start acting.

Rohit: Yeah, just like everyone else in the world.

Kali: I don’t know what you mean.

Rohit: I can’t believe we were in love just a few months ago.

Kali: Even I thought that at first, but then, this love of yours hit me like a brick wall. Maybe
that’s why it’s called “falling in love”. And just like falling, you hit the ground pretty hard
once you realize the truth.

Rohit: If you think about it, I never asked you out nor did you. What happened at your house
was just a mistake. I didn’t mean to kill your mother. I left the gas cylinder on by
accident. I mean, come on! You gotta think about it from my side, it might do you some
good.

Kali: You’re probably right.

Rohit: Look, do we have to do this?

Kali: We’ve traversed upon a line which has no retreat.

Rohit: Sweet! Let’s do it then. Let’s just get this over with quickly. No matter who beats whom
we’re both headed in the same direction.

Kali and Rohit stare at each other. There is anger and pain in their eyes. Kali points the flamethrower at
him. Rohit stretches his wire and looks into her eyes. Then, all of a sudden he changes his stance and
walks over to Kali and stands in front of the nozzle of the flamethrower. Kali gets emotional and let’s her
flamethrower down. She hugs him. Rohit, in one swift motion turns her around and strangles her with
the wire.

Rohit: Yeah, two can play the game you know. I have seen enough of your manipulation
yesterday. (Kali gasps for breath. Rohit tightens his hold) And yes, I did kill your mother.
I hate mother’s. (Kali flays her arms around in the air. Rohit looks at the camera) See
that! Fucking scripted, rigged showcaster. Audience would love to see flames. Fuck you!
Audience loves gouging eyes just as much! (He laughs hysterically while taking the last
breath out of her) Sleep, my Goddess, sleep.

Host: Hey what are you talking about. Let’s… let’s go for it, baby. This is unexplored territory.
The game needs something new. In this show, people die. Bottom line. But one person
survives. With the apocalypse of the horrible place that we have found ourselves in. We
may just be clones spat out by a DNA manipulating pod. But we are survivors. And one
person survives. So thank you everybody so much for watching. And get ready for the
next match up coming at you real hot and heavy next month. And let me know what you
thought about it in the comments below, and as always I will see in the next stream. Bye
bye.