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.

@SpaceCraftNYC:
(Three Blue Men stare at an upturned trashcan. For an uncomfortably long time. Curtain.)

@TheWoosterGroup:
[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]

@sissylvester:
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*

@mightytoycannon:
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.

@dlburmester:
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.

@cutbackdropturn:
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.

@NickCasalini:
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!”

@NFPlays:
DAN: Where have you been? SUE: In that trash can. Reminiscing. DAN: Is that why you stink? SUE: No. That’s my perfume. Asshole.

@delafantastika:
*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!]

@turtlesby:
Exit GUEST. Enter MAID. MAID hastily reaches phone, dials 0, lifts receiver to her ear — “Yes hi, Sonja, look, send up a priest, ok?”

@MeronLangsner:
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.

@thebaronessa:
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!

@mopula1:
Man goes thru trash.EnterWoman&girl MAN: Wheres my dinner you bastard! DAUGHTER: Mommy whats he doing? MOM: Dont look, keep walking

@fatone:
[Man enters restaurant, trash can over torso] Manager: Out! You loony. Man: I defy thee, can thrower! [Produces twist tie] Justice!

@EthanStanComedy:
Oscar the Grouch finally gets a home. But for 40 years his body had symbiotic relationship w the trashcan, so he died

@lex6m:
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.

@SylviaMallory:
small woman as cat saunters in2 a room. Smells the smell of another on the trash can. Then, with a paw, tips it over.

@KaitBurrier:
Trashed Script: What is the meaning of life? (silence) Why am I here? (silence) I feel incomplete. (crumpled pages hit T’d Script)

@jeremyteresa:
[a series of wind chimes tells the story of a unique vessel, in sound.] BIODEGRADABLE TRASH CAN: “I am made of maggots and glue”

@sylliebee:
2NEOS wear small metal trashcans on heads,crash,fal, remainl. 2more enter w/small plastic cans,crash,shake it off,exit. VOG: BETTER!

@BritainVthatsme:
Lights Up. A Trash Can sits beside a soda bottle. Trash Can: I want you inside me. Soda Bottle: No Can do. Lights Down.

@primevaldad:
Man: plays cup game with cup. Better Man: plays cup game with industrial size trash can; flips can, sits; pours water in cup, drinks

@BethOnePage:
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!

Again, leave more plays in the comments if we left them out, or direct message us at Twitter: @nyneofuturists.

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