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[sometime early morning...]
[lights flash off...enter Power Outtage stage right...]
Power Outtage: Ha-ha-ha-ha! [grabs Alarm Clock's Power]
Alarm Clock's Power: No!!! Now how will I awaken Robert from his deep slumber in time for his classes!?
Power Outtage: Ha-ha-ha-ha! [exit stage left, carrying Alarm Clock's Power...]
[lights slowly fade on]
Robert: [slowly getting out of bed] I wonder what time it is...[walks over to Alarm Clock, who is lying on the floor unconscious...] Hello, Alarm Clock? Are you okay? [silence] Oh no! Power Outtage must have taken Alarm Clock's Power! I wonder what time it is...
[curtains down...next scene in parent's bedroom]
Robert: Can you tell me what time it is?
Dad's Wind-Up Alarm Clock: Why, yes, I can! It's a little before 11:30...
Robert: A.M. right? Heh...
Dad's Wind-Up Alarm Clock: I don't know. I'm a face clock. I am incapable of understanding any concept of a.m. or p.m. For all I know there are only 12 hours in a day...I live such a bleak existence...
Robert: Nevermind...[soliloquy] Now I have completely missed my Calculus class! Damnations! I curse thee gods and thine tricks, for is it not thee who doth take delight in your petty game of chess where Power Outtage is a mere pawn!? You are the ones whose Misery wrecks havoc upon the souls of the infinite multitude of the damned that you so cast down upon this forsaken planet! You are our sole source of sorrow!
Misery: [enter stage right, pointing a finger at Robert] Quiet your blasphemy!
Robert: I am able to do naught else but succumb...
[exit Misery stage right]
Robert: But now what am I to do? Is still all not yet lost? It appears that I am also unable to front my Spanish class with my collapsing form. But, alas! Time yet still sides with my proposed gathering of American Lit.! If I hasten to my goal, I'll soon be able to discuss and hear of the marginal wonders of T. S. Eliot! Now I shall hurridly wash my hair, eat my portions, and scrub my teeth. Class waits not for even the dejected.
[curtains down...next scene in car outside school]
Robert: What time is it?
Car's Clock: 12:20. If you rush to your Spanish class now you can make it for the last 5 minutes. You can then at least fetch your next assignment.
Robert: You're right.
[curtians down...next scene: Spanish class. enter Robert stage left, takes a seat...the rest of the class is in groups and Professora Sierra is talking with another student. She soon leaves and walks over to Robert]
Robert: Power Outtage stole Alarm Clock's Power, so Alarm Clock was not able to wake me up.
Professora Sierra: Oh! Do you have the assignment?
Robert: No, I didn't think that I was going to be able to make it to class at all today, so I don't have it with me.
Professora Sierra: Okay, you can give it to me by email. You have my email adress on the syllabus, right?
Robert: Yes.
Professora Sierra: Good. Do you want to get the homework for friday?
Robert: Yea.
Professora Sierra: Do you have your book?
Robert: Not with me.
Professora Sierra: Here, just write it down...[voice fades into backgroud as she gives assignment...]
Robert: Thanks. [aside] What a devilish stroke of luck! Since I wasn't able to finish all of my Spanish homework, I can now finish it at home before I type it up and email it off to my professor! Even though I'm still sure I'll do a poor and rushed job of it. It matters not, all that matters is that I shall at least have something to show...Now I must be off to my American Lit. class and then home where I may finish the chore set forth by my mentor. An easy task not it be, but one I shall accomplish as my Fate so sees fit!
Fate: [enter stage left] Godspeed! For I have little patience with the likes of thee!
[curtains down...next scene back home]
Robert: It took me long, and poorly I did do, but it doth be done the task I set out to do.
Voice of Justin over the Telephone: [enter stage right] Hey, bitch, I'm studying at Starbucks, wanna come out and study with?
Robert: No thanks, I think I'm gonna study here.
Voice of Justin over the Telephone: Well all right, bitch...I think I'm gonna rent a movie later, wanna watch then? American Psycho: it's a kick-ass movie I haven't seen.
Robert: Ummm...okay...
Voice of Justin over the Telephone: See you at 10 or so, bye.
Robert: Bye.
[exit Voice of Justin over the Telephone stage right]
Robert: Now my day does seem complete, though little has happened, the end seems near. Only now do I realize my sloth and ineptitude! How foolish I have been! And now I am forced to an eternity of wasting away my meagre existence in this purgatory of two mere numbers! This screen shall flash before my eyes, showing me what I say and what I think and only leaving hint as to the millions of things I have not done! I am cursed! We are all cursed! What fault doth bring you here?
[fin!]