Concept 1:
1. Sarabi Pong. Which became necessary because:
2. She wants to avert a class war by starting one. #capitalismsucks.
New Characters:
1. Loreli of the Tom Tom Club. Hereinafter "L"
2. Chadicus Llamacus. Hereinafter "CL"
The Dialog:
SS (Sarabi): This table is reserved for the communist party.
OOP (Omniscient, Omnipotent Narrator): We are great in theory, but we suck in practice.
CL: What we need is a benevolent leader.
OOP: The leader doesn't exist because power corrupts absolutely.
SS: I will be that leader. I will rule the galaxy.
OOP: That is the purpose behind Sarabi Pong. To keep you modulated from going to extremes. When in the course of Sarabi events, it becomes necessary to construct a game, namely "Sarabi Pong" to prevent you from going over to the dark side.
L: People who have the balls and ideals to form a communist government must step aside after the government is formed.
SS: I don't know who said this, but Capitalism is War, Socialism is Peace.
CL: You said it.
OOP: It is against my religion to drink
(5 minutes later): Revision #1. It is against my religion to drink anything but vodka.
SS: Will's wife is such a bitch. Like an attention craving kid.
CL: Probably, I already thought she was a spoiled little rich girl.
SS: I know. Maybe being an attention slut is her full time job.
CL: She pours like three drinks a week. You call that work?
SS: I shall rule the earth and the Milky Way.
L: Ok, chill babies. So--we need the revolutionary war figurehead--assuming success we need a benevolent idealistic overlord, and another to redistribute the wealth and spoils of war fairly. We need a gang of at least three.
CL: A benevolent overlord sounds like it is some sort of oxymoron, right?
L: Yes, unless its merely a figurehead position. I forgot the judicial system, which is crucial and must not be corrupted at all cost. I nominate the OOP for the judicial overlord position.
SS: I second that nomination.
OOP: The OOP cannot be trusted. Trust me I know. I have inside information.
L: I doubt that. Very well, I nominate myself. I can be trusted. Trust me.
CL: I like cats.
L: We followed a cat on our walk. All hail our feline overload.
CL: I whole heartedly agree. Everybody wants to be a cat. Because a cat's the only cat who knows where its at.
OOP: You people are so overrated. Is that all you got? I need some inspiration here.
SS: You are jealous of our life.
CL: Yes. Definitely. We ate sushi and drank wine in the park. You, on the other hand, live in green jell-o.
SS: I'm glad the Buddha and Saad took a night off.
SS: I don't think the OOP appreciates us taking up all the space on his legal pad with the enormity of our discourse. But what does he want from us? A life changing story in one hazy drunken night?
Can we change the world with the profundity of our thoughts?
L: If so, it would make the trivial loss of one legal pad seem worthwhile.
CL: We may need more than one legal pad. We have a bunch of good shit.
SS: I think instead of changing this corrupt fucking decaying world we should start over with a new planet. Yes, indeed, my friends. I am suggesting starting over. Drop your iPhones--we are starting from scratch. No electricity, cars, grocery stores--grow your own food--communicate with words. Its our new manifesto--LETS START OVER!
L: You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.
SS: I can, because I can do anything.
L: Horticulturists Unite!
SS: Abort the war on women!
CL: I feel so awkward when I see people wearing Aeropostale in public. Like I really can't believe I sold them that.
SS: He he he....like Will's wife?
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