Mike and BoB
(BoB is slouched on the couch, looking depressed)
Mike: What’s wrong?
BoB: Eh..just a little down.
(Mike sits down on the couch)
Mike: Talk to me about it…just don’t pull down the curtains and cover your face with them to show your sadness like last time.
BoB: This girl at school said a really mean thing to me.
Mike: You haven’t been to school in decades.
BoB: That’s the thing, how did I get there?
Mike: Maybe you were dreaming?
BoB: Aaah yeah, a dream…I guess that explains the hair to my shoulders and clowns doing back flips in the hallway.
Mike: ….wanna get a pizza?
BoB: I’ll drive.
Mike: I have to call it in, we don’t have a car.
BoB: We have a lawnmower.
Mike: I’ll just call it i-
(a motor starting up can be heard, BoB can be seen pushing a lawnmower down the road in the distance)