A light isolates a table where NATHAN and JACLYN are sitting. NATHAN, an unkempt young man, is slouched over a board game, staring at the board intently. JACLYN is coolly gazing at him.
NATHAN: (eventually) These… things? Squiggly….curvy sort of things? What…? What…? What… (he’s stuck).
JACLYN: Spit it out, Nathan. Life’s too short.
NATHAN: I know they’re, like, called… something. (Slaps his forehead). I can feel sparks frying… frying my brain, but I can’t… I can’t…
JACLYN: Truth is, Nathan, I’ve never seen them before.
NATHAN: You’re kidding?
JACLYN: I swear, they weren’t there when we started.
NATHAN: Shit, they’re all over now!
JACLYN: Can’t get your drug-fucked head round that one, can you? (She puts a hand on his shoulder to steady him) Snakes. They’re called snakes.
NATHAN: No shit? Snakes! Where’d they come from?
JACLYN: They’re part of the game, Nathan. You go up.
NATHAN: Up snakes….You sure?
JACLYN: Right to the top.
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