RE:RE:RE:RE:If you can't join em ...beat em.
scene 1, waffles, fordster, highonlithium, sm1, etc. In an open room, seated on chairs in a circle, facing each other. In the background, drip coffee brews, stale donuts in a box. Outside, a dog barks. It's dusk and springtime. "Hi, my names Fordster, and I'm an AMK-aholic" mumbles a disheveled man. "Hi Fordster", chorus the rest strongly. "Yah, not much to say, just glad to be here, it's nice to have someone to talk to. I've been working really hard to stay strong this week, but its been tough. The share price you know, its like its calling out to me, sell, sell, it keeps saying" The other members shuffle their feet uncomfortably, some not their heads. They all seem united in their sadness. "But its one day at a time you know" he says nodding with some confidence and looking up from his nicotine stained fingers. "I mean, I've come this far, and without this, I've really got nothing else". The others smile, and nod. "Thats all I've got today guys, just one more day pumping .amk, and threatening to ejaculated, I mean, don't they know the glaciers melting"? "Thanks Fordster" says the group in unison. An angry looking woman puts her hand up "can I go?". The group nods. 'Hi, my names high on lithium and I'm an amk-aholic" "I don't know, its been a tough week, I mean I've done my DD, and this is a sure bet, but these asz wipes, they keep asking questions, about stuff like what's gonna happen in the future, I mean, man, it's tough. All I know is it pizzes me off, and don't they know that no one can see the future?! Who do those godless MFers think they are, I mean can't they see that for sure this will make us all rich!?" The others look scared, the woman's temples are throbbing and she's clenching in her fist a rolled up annual report from Seabridge. Repeatedly she slams the report into his other hand, 'can't they see'? Whack, the paper is rolled. "Were on the right god damn side of the mountain"!! Whack, she hits it again. Silently she begins to sob. A lonely dog howls in the background. Somewhere a flower dies. "Hey lady, it'll be alright, says another...." looking round, with one crossed eye, this third man spews, "and where are the waffles, donuts, thats for bitcoin lovers, I need some waffles"! The others wonder what is wrong with this man, perhaps he is touched or has suffered a head injury. They all push their chairs slowly away from him, as if coordinated. Finally the last man speaks. "Hi, my name is SM1 and I'm an amk-aholic. I don't have much to say, just glad to be here at the high of the day, 830 means r2d2, and wd40 will get me 54-40". He pauses then looks slowly around the moon, whispering under his breath, 'ita coming... the big one ... can't you see the candle sticks and the bread baskets, and the cow jumping over the moon?" Fade out....