(the place is dark and the lagarista may still be running for the other half of the reel. and…)

Voice: Are you alone?
Chris: Oh, syeeeet.
Yeah. I am.
(the voice have hands and brushed Chris’ arms.)
Voice: Pwede ka?
Chris: Po?
Waaa. This is a nightmare come alive.

Voice: Type kita eh.
(an explosion rocked the screen and bright light flooded the theater)
Chris: Big hands to strangle me with, plus looks that could sink a thousand ships.
Katatapos lang po, wala na kayong mapipiga.

Voice: How old are you?
Chris: 87
Voice: Really?

Chris: Jeez, can’t he take a hint?
Yes and as a matter that’s as old as I could probably get. I am dying this year. STD, yes?

Voice: trailed off…