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Revision as of 17:53, 26 November 2018
Synopsis
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{Open to the front room of the apartment. Leigh is sprawled out over the couch while Garfield is lying on the floor. It is 7:00 AM in the morning. Leigh tries to pick himself up, but fails.}
LEIGH: My head... it's too heavy to move.
GARFIELD: {groans} When I'm back at the lab... I'm going to create a cure for hangovers...
{Garfield sits up.}
GARFIELD: No... even better... I am going to genetically modify myself so I don't get hungover ever again.
{Lex walks out of his bedroom, as fresh as he can be. He walks over to the curtains and opens them. As the light hits Garfield and Leigh, they hiss.}
LEIGH: The light, it burns!! I never should've come up to the surface; the light is too painful!!!!
GARFIELD: I will... I will genetically modify the Sun to not be SO FUCKING BRIGHT!!!!
LEX: Eyy, whazzup, guys? Got a bit of the old Irish flu?
GARFIELD: Lex... that's offensive.
LEX: It's okay; I'm Irish, I'm allowed to say that stuff.
LEIGH: I thought you were Jamaican...
LEX: I'm a lot of things, mate.
LEIGH: Oh.
{Garfield starts to get up. He wobbles over, and closes the curtains.}
GARFIELD: Damn, I don't think I'm in... any state to... do much more than this...
{Garfield collapses back on the floor. His cellphone distantly rings.}
GARFIELD: {groans} I should get that...
{Garfield slowly motions toward this bedroom, and reaches for his phone. He picks it up.}
GARFIELD: This is that guy who's starting to hate Mondays a lot more with each passing week.