(Lights up. UNO and

DOS sit in an empty room.)

UNO:

So... what are we doing?

DOS:

Well, I don't know, really.

UNO:

Are we just supposed to sit here?

DOS:

I guess.

UNO:

But I want to DO something.

DOS:

I know, I know. But I don't really know... what to do. I... can't even really remember the last time I did something.

UNO:

Come on, man, just the other day we were... uh... shit, I guess I don't really know either. What time is it?

DOS:

I don't know man, I don't even really have clothes I don't think. I... I can't tell.

UNO:

What?

DOS:

We haven't been told yet.

UNO:

We are lacking exposition.

DOS:

And traits. Especially physical ones.

UNO:

I hope I'm pretty. Or handsome.

(Lights out.)