A Slice of Overlords

INT: THE OVERLORDS are sitting on a couch with a bunch of dice and books on the long ottoman in front of the couch. Various snacks are also seen.

CHEFFIEPIE raises her right index finger and announces after a beat, "I forgot the milk".

SHADOWDANCER sighs deeply and painfully rises to his feet and puts on a black coat.

SHADOWDANCER announces "I'm going out into zombie-infested territory to retrieve the milk. If I do not return, AVENGE MY DEATH." He opens the door slightly, peeks and slips out silently.

TWO BEATS

The door opens quickly and loudly as SHADOWDANCER grabs his keys and holds them up for all to see.

"Going out. Zombies. Not back avenge death."

SHADOWDANCER TROMPS OUT OF THE DOOR

ALL LOOK AT EACH OTHER IRONFOX observes "I wonder why things have to be so theatrical with Shadowdancer. Reality always ruins it anyway."

CHEFFIEPIE replies, "Because it's more fun?"

SPARKY ponders, "If he didn't he would be somehow crazier?"

There is a fumbling noise at the door. SHADOWDANCER ENTERS holding two jugs of milk, one in each hand. He declares, weary but dramatically, "The milk has been returned safely. We'll be fine, until the ZOMBIE COWS attack!" SHADOWDANCER WALKS STAGE LEFT.

CHEFFIEPIE SHRUGS AND COCKS HER HEAD TO THE SIDE

SHADOWDANCER RETURNS, SITS, AND PICKS UP SOME PAPERS.

SHADOWDANCER SAYS,"Now, returning to our regularly scheduled fantasy."

IRIS CLOSE TO BLACK.