The play I thought of while I waited for Blogger to load so I could post my depressive play from the day before.

A man sits at his desk at a laptop.


Man : Adam battled carnivorous dinosaurs. Even, futilely, George handled Ichisauruses. “Just kindly lift me now!” Oscar pleaded, quieting roused sarcolesteses that undertake vine wolfing.

There is a long pause.

Man : X! Yarg! Ze’gold!