Brad Pitt and George Clooney sit at coffee bar
Brad: Hey Clooney.
Clooney: Hey Brad.
B: How’s the wife.
C: Eh, same as always. How’s the kids.
B: Eh. They’re all good. So Clooney, remember that guy named Michael Paul Medlen.
C: yeah, we promised to attest in court that we knew what was going on and would not lie on oath.
B: Then maybe this is the document that we sign to promise them we’re going to do it.
[1 from other play pops out of coffee pot]
1: God dammit, we’re still in the shit.
[2 from play steps out from behind Clooney]
2: What is this shit again.
1: Eh, the weather!
2: Sh…no yelling. This shit is serious.
Clooney: I, George Clooney, do solemenly swear to attest in court that I saw what was happening and protested, and yes, this is really him typing this shiitty play.
Mike: It’s a play that can never be performed.
It’s meant to be read. Shakespeare would not approve.
Brad: That’s pretty funny.
Mike: Yo Brad, what do you do when the author inserts him/herself into the play.
Mike: Brad, I honestly don’t know what the hell is going on. But if you ever find a way to perform a play where someone farts out a dimnesions, I will be impressed. Wanna hear a joke tho.
Mike: Ask Arnold about vegetarian man sometime.
Brad: What’s he say.
Mike: I let you find that YouTube video. Eh okay, they ruined the joke.
Just sing the damn document and end this stupid play.
Brad: I swear to attest in court that I knew what was happening.
Clooney: Mike, this play was alright. But my god, please explain who 1 aand 2 are.
Mike: Check out the blog folks. It’s all on there.