Argument
Only dialogue scrap.
Argument
"I hate this room. It always makes me feel cold."
"Why? It's not that cold in here."
"There isn't any fabric. It's just cement floors, walls, and ceiling. Even these chairs are just metal. It's cold."
"It's industrial."
"It's cold."
"..."
"Why did you call me here anyway?"
"..."
"Are you even aware of the reason yourself? Or is this like last time?"
"It's not like last time. I have control over it now."
"Great. Making leaps and bounds with this. Look, I understand your situation; really, I do, but I can't keep doing this! I have a life outside of this whole mess. I have a wife and kids that I leave sitting over dinner to come make sure you're okay. Oh, don't look at me like that. It's not like we're having an affair."
"We might as well be."
"What?!"
"This is intimate for me. You can't tell me it isn't for you."
"Woah, woah. Okay, I'm married, kid."
"Don't flatter yourself. You know what I mean. This--thing draws us all closer together. We're not like anyone else out there. Nobody can do the things we can."
"I'm sure there are others."
"I'm talking about us as a group. Shouldn't we make an effort to--I don't know. Do something besides meet here? Reach out?"
"And get locked in a cell, or worse: ignored."
"The worst part is not doing anything at all."
"You want to do something? You want to be heard and rail against the heavens? Fine, go ahead, but don't expect me to come back here anymore or help. I won't jeopardize all that I've built for this."
"All that you've built? What, your little house and family?!"
"Sit back down, you're not that angry."
"Don't tell me what I feel! Your biggest aspirations are to move to Florida and die."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Everything! Can't you see it?! We've been given something grand to make a difference and change things for the better, and you just want to fall back into obscurity with the rest of them."
"Are you heaping in my family with the 'rest of them?'"
"..."
"Are you?"
"Your children might develop."
"You bitch. I'm through. Go back to your basement."
"Fine. Go back to your nine-to-five lifestyle. I'm sure the mediocrity is very fulfilling.
Oh, did I strike a nerve now?
Did I say something wrong about the American Dream you've been living? Wake up! It's manufactured and pressed out all nice and neat for you to just slip right into. Yeah, look at that wife you have and your 2.5 kids. I'm betting you're painting that fence white next year."
"And you live better? Sponging off your family and society? I'm independent. I support people and give back to the community."
"Ah, so I'm the charitable donation tab when you do your taxes? Do I have a neat little folder in your file cabinet at home? Do you save all your gas receipts by date and place driving here for deductions?"
"Please, say how you really feel. It's obvious you've been holding something back. I'll even stand here quietly and let you. Go ahead. I'm waiting."
"No. You curl around your corporate security blanket and suckle from its gold-giving teat. You're already too far into the system."
"You realize how you sound right now?"
"Like someone with their eyes open. Don't worry. I won't be coming back here. Ignore the calls."
"Wait...hey, wait!
Don't just leave me here."