Fade in to a tattered umbrella, pan out to a somewhat dilapodated hotel. Two hotel employees are preparing food in the kitchen for the daily complimentary breakfast.
Rueben: Hey phillup..........phillup. Phillup!
Phillup casually removes a pair of bright orange earplugs from his head.
Phillup: What is it rueben? You really don't have to shout.
Rueben: Dont you think you not being able to hear me would necessitate shouting? First of all, why in the world are you wearing earplugs at a time like this? If we dont fillet these chicken embryos, we'll never make it to chef, and secondly.....
Phillup places the earplugs back in, attempting to be nonchalant.
Rueben: Would you knock that off!? This aint no def kitchen. How am I supposed to talk to you if you're constantly unable to precieve things through your wax holes?
Phillup: Well you never gave sign much of a chance now did you?
Rueben: And what prey tell would lead you to believe I'm adept at such a thing?
Phillup: Well, you were making swiping motions across your forehead quite a lot, everyone knows that's the international sign for "phew, sigh of relief".
Rueben: I had sweat on my forehead you ignorant peanut chimp, we're standing over a stove.
Phillup: Right, you ready to get out of here then?
Rueben: Yeah, got no idea where the cooks went, but i've had my fun for today.
The two men exit the kitchen leaving behind an anxious crowd of hotel attendees, four burning pancakes and a mild sense of confusion.
