Twitter plays, part CLXXVIII
It’s Twitter Plays CLXXVIII! This week’s assignment was: write a 1-tweet play that features a TRASHCAN (difficulty: no ENDGAME).
Here are your plays starting with @SpaceCraftNYC and BLUE MAN GROUP 2: INTROVERSION BOOGALOO.
(Three Blue Men stare at an upturned trashcan. For an uncomfortably long time. Curtain.)
[1 and 2 at a house. 1 finishes banana, looks at peel] 1: Do you have a trash can? 2: Over there. 1: That’s a tv. 2: Yes. [fin]
TRASH CAN: hey nerd u want sum trash? RUBBISH BIN: oi down’t now wat “trash” is gov’nah! *TRASH CAN DUMPS SELF ON HIM. GOD BLESS USA*
A: What’s in the trash can? B: All my dreams. A: That’s so sad! B: Don’t worry. I still have a storage unit full of hope.
A:The trash can has maggots. B:Yes. A:Take it out. B:I understand the maggots. A:So? B:I can’t disregard the things I love.
J (grabbing another trash can): I grow weary of sorting this rubbish. Z: One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. J: Just trash.
The TRASH CAN laughs: “You think I’m gross! That’s why everything you ever tossed into me I spit back into your air & water!! YOLO!”
DAN: Where have you been? SUE: In that trash can. Reminiscing. DAN: Is that why you stink? SUE: No. That’s my perfume. Asshole.
*knock knock* Moving day! [no answer] C’mon, Oscar, it’s a recycle bin. Think of it as a trash can for the new millennium. [GO AWAY!]
Exit GUEST. Enter MAID. MAID hastily reaches phone, dials 0, lifts receiver to her ear — “Yes hi, Sonja, look, send up a priest, ok?”
1: He’s never speaking to me again. 2: You can’t be sure of that. 1: Then why is everything I ever gave him in this trash can.
MRS CAN: I’m empty inside. MR CAN: That’s garbage! Have you flipped your lid? MRS CAN: Get your dirty handles off me. You’re dumped!
Man goes thru trash.EnterWoman&girl MAN: Wheres my dinner you bastard! DAUGHTER: Mommy whats he doing? MOM: Dont look, keep walking
[Man enters restaurant, trash can over torso] Manager: Out! You loony. Man: I defy thee, can thrower! [Produces twist tie] Justice!
Oscar the Grouch finally gets a home. But for 40 years his body had symbiotic relationship w the trashcan, so he died
Oscar: Now this is heaven. I have worked so hard for this. My new home—a gilded trash can. Kermit: I prefer to be inside Miss Piggy.
small woman as cat saunters in2 a room. Smells the smell of another on the trash can. Then, with a paw, tips it over.
Trashed Script: What is the meaning of life? (silence) Why am I here? (silence) I feel incomplete. (crumpled pages hit T’d Script)
[a series of wind chimes tells the story of a unique vessel, in sound.] BIODEGRADABLE TRASH CAN: “I am made of maggots and glue”
2NEOS wear small metal trashcans on heads,crash,fal, remainl. 2more enter w/small plastic cans,crash,shake it off,exit. VOG: BETTER!
Lights Up. A Trash Can sits beside a soda bottle. Trash Can: I want you inside me. Soda Bottle: No Can do. Lights Down.
Man: plays cup game with cup. Better Man: plays cup game with industrial size trash can; flips can, sits; pours water in cup, drinks
Person1: No substance on earth can be collected into bins and put on the curb for disposal! Person 2: False! Trash can. (lol sorry)
Oh. No. And that is our ender for this week!
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