Under cover of darkness, beneath the increasing glow of a rapidly waxing moon, a pale illumination can be seen eminating from the window of a structiure sitting atop a windswept hill. It is just days before Halloween. Beyond the window a lone figure crouches intently over an inanimate carcass. This figure of madness works meticulously to revive what was once discarded and left for dead... (An owl quitely hoots in the distance, followed by...)
 Yipe! |
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| Wes: | (...a long silent period - radio in background - finally the silence is broken.) "Gotta get this vanity in - somebody hand me a saw to make a cut-out for this pipe." |
| Wes: | Never mind I'll get it myself. (more silence - Delila comes over the radio...) |
| Wes: | I hate this show - change the channel. (the sound of crickets chirping...) |
| Wes: | Never mind - I'll change it! (Long silent period) |
| Wes: | Ooooo - I probably should not have spray painted that in here... Whoa... I'm spinnin'... (More silence) |
| Wes: | At least I'm not hitting my head on anything and I can find my tools. |
| Epilogue | Ever the industrious soul, Wes has carried on the ritual gathering of the Peanut Gallery despite the desertion by his counterparts. Tune in next time to see if we've given him something he can discuss with others. |