(Steam hisses)
(Panting)
(Steam hisses)
Fuck.
l can't find the door.
- What? - Where is the door?
Over there.
No.
Fuck.
Where the fuck is it?
Calm down.
Calm down?
Hello?
What the hell?
We got here somehow, didn't we? There's a door.
Maybe they're cleaning on the outside or something.
- Cleaning what? - The walls.
And they had to...close us in.
ls this funny to you?
Kidding. l'm kidding.
lt's here somewhere.
(Steam hisses)
What the fuck do we do now?
l don't know.
Wait, l guess.
Wait?
- Till when? - Someone comes, maybe.
How the hell should l know?
They can't even hear us!
You better save your energy, man.
We deserve this.
Deserve this?
For what we just did.
You're one of those.
One of what?
Religious folk.
Maybe l am.
What is it to you?
Nothing.
(Steam hisses)
And you...
You're one of them.
''Them''?
You do this often.
lt's not my first time.
Maybe this is hell.
We're in hell.
God sent us to hell.
l don't know.
Seems like heaven to me.
A hot one, though.
We can die here, you know.
lf we're in hell, we're already dead.
Or...
heaven.
(Laughs)
(Steam hisses)
(Chattering voices inside head)
(Chatter continues, mechanical whirring)
- You look familiar. - What?
Have we met before?
l don't think so.
l could have sworn...
Do you have a brother?
(Chatter resumes)
- (Chatter stops) - No.
- What do you do? - What do you do?
l'm a writer.
You're supposed to ask what kind.
This would make a good stoy, actually.
- (Chatter resumes softly) - Us stuck in here.
l need to remember this.
Write it down.
l wish l had something.
(Low chatter continues)
l feel like l just did...
At a cafe.
(Din increases)
- (Din stops abruptly) - They told me l'll go to heaven.
What?
Nothing.
(Breathing erratically)
This isn't heaven.
What?
This isn't heaven.
What did you say?
(Breathes heavily) Nothing.
- What did you say? - Nothing.
(Waitress) More coffee, sweetie?
Hello? More coffee?
- (Man) Er, sure. - (Coffee being poured)
(Man) It's packed here today. (Waitress) l know.
Did you do any writing?
- Or are you cruising boys? - (Man) No, l've been writing.
However, look at this one.
(Waitress) Ooh, he's hot.
(Man) l'd do him.
(Waitress) Kind of much, no?
Wearing that trench coat.
(Man) Hmm... (Waitress) It's like a hundred degrees out.
(Man) What is he doing?
(Waitress) Oh, my God! He has a...
(Explosion, glass shatters)
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