The setting is one empty room. One actor plays all the characters.
Evil Me: Shoot, it's 10.30. I am already late for Miss Liberty Performance. He is going to give me a blah blah lesson about the given the word, etc.
Me: Of course, Mr. Hamlet will be late for my play. Why would his majesty wake up early for such a trivial role?
Evil Me: Okay, here goes nothing. I am going to sneak inside the rehearsal room quietly. He better be good; otherwise, he'll hear from me.
Me: Okay, here goes nothing. I am dressed like Lady Liberty in these stupid drapes. I hope I will be able to stay still for the duration of the play.
Evil Me: I am here. Where the heck is he? Ha, Ha, Ha! This is the big role? Staying as a scarecrow in the middle of the room and saying ... nothing. I hope it is worth the money.
A voice: Hey, quiet in the room. We are rehearsing here.
Me: Hamlecito is here, and of course, he is so supportive... as usual!
Evil Me: I can't wait for this to finish. I will have so much fun mocking Ms. Liberty.
Me: Oh, boy, he is going to make so much of me. I know it's embarrassing, but what can I do? I am a starving artist, I need to eat, and money doesn't grow on trees.
Evil Me: Finally, it's over. I couldn't take it anymore, the silence and beauty of Miss Liberty.
Me: Okay, the torture it's over, let's go home! Please don't say a word.
Evil Me: Fine, Ms. Liberty. I will mock you tomorrow. Deal?
Me: Deal! Now let's get the hell out of here!
TO BE CONTINUED
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