Living room in the afternoon. Jessica sits in her chair, reading her book. Andy storms in from stage right.
ANDY: I’m sick and tired of you underestimating me. It stops tonight!
(Jessica looks up from her book, sighs, and returns to her book)
ANDY: Did you hear me? No more underestimating me!
JESSICA: What are you going to do? Throw a temper tantrum?
ANDY: I might go on a murderous rampage. Stop. Underestimating. My. Anger!
JESSICA: Is this about me saying you are not as cool as Chris? No one is Andy. Chris was a snake! Cold-blooded! And now he is dead! Cold-blooded-er! He IS cooler than you!
ANDY: I know, but just for once I would appreciate not being underestimated. Why don’t you overestimate me? Or better yet, estimate me!
(Jessica lowers her book. She does not seem amused)
JESSICA: 83 kilos?
ANDY: What?
JESSICA(nonchalantly): My estimate… of you…
ANDY(chalantly): WHY ARE YOU SO CALM! Are you in denial about Chris’ death?
JESSICA: I’m the one processing it like a regular adult! Do I look like I am in denial?
ANDY: Well, you certainly don’t look like you’re in nial!
JESSICA: Hold yourself together man! Chris’ death is not a disaster! It is an underaster at best! I would go so far as to say it is aster!
ANDY: You are a disturbed person Jessica, and I have nothing to do with you anymore
Exit, stage left
JESSICA: Well, a whole lot of good being turbed did you.
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