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LOUDER!!!!!!
ANDREW
I am upset!!!
FLETCHER
You are a worthless friendless faggotlipped little piece of ♥♥♥♥, whose Mommy
ran out on Daddy once she realized he
wasn’t Eugene O’Neill, and who’s now
weeping and slobbering over my drum kit
like a fifteen-year-old girl -- so for the
last father-♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ time, SAY IT LOUDER!!!
ANDREW
(tears pouring out now)
I AM UPSET!!!!!!
Then -- silence. Andrew hunches over the drum set, shaking,
face awash in tears. The other PLAYERS just stare...
FLETCHER
Carl...
Carl silently switches places with Andrew at the set.
This child is SEVERELY autistic.
Do not make loud noises near him.
Do not shine bright lights near him.
Do not look him directly in the eye.
Do not touch him or any of his toys.
Doing any of the above may set him off on an autistic rampage that could endanger the lives of many.