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'''LEIGH:''' Oh.
 
'''LEIGH:''' Oh.
  
''{Garfield starts to get up. He wobbles over, and tries to close the curtains.}''
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''{Garfield starts to get up. He wobbles over, and closes the curtains.}''
  
'''GARFIELD:''' Damn, I don't think I'm in... any state to...
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'''GARFIELD:''' Damn, I don't think I'm in... any state to... do much more than this...
  
''{Garfield collapses back on the floor.}''
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''{Garfield collapses back on the floor. His cellphone distantly rings.}''
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'''GARFIELD:''' ''{groans}'' I should get that...
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''{Garfield slowly motions toward this bedroom, and reaches for his phone. He picks up.}''
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'''GARFIELD:''' This is that guy who's starting to hate Mondays a lot more.

Revision as of 10:43, 26 November 2018

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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 7:00AM 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 up.}

GARFIELD: This is that guy who's starting to hate Mondays a lot more.