Written by Jafei Pollitt
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
BOB enters with an enormous bag of kale chips and a 50 o.z litre of soda.
He burps and his hair lays disheveled, but sexy on his head.
Burp burp burp.
BOB stands in front of a big, fluffy recliner. He moans like a small whale.
Sit sit sit.
BOB sits slowly on the chair. He stops halfway through.
He squats for what seems like forever.
Finally, he finishes his sit.
The room warps and we are pulled into BOB's face. The sound of being sucked into a black hole or vacuum overpower the room. BOB’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open.
Suddenly, we are pulled back out of it. BOB opens his soda and drinks it all in one sip.
Burp. burp. Burp.