The early evening. Supper is on its way. Karaoke looms in the future. The People are talking.
Palinode: (in the midst of lying outrageously about something) It’s true.
Lotus: (also lying) I believe you.
Palinode: I’m not shitting you.
Lotus: I don’t want you to be shitting me.
Palinode: Really? What, I’m not good enough?
Lotus: No, I’d be coming out your - you know -
Palinode: Oh no, I don’t know all of a sudden.
Lotus: (lowers voice even though NO ONE’S AROUND) - your anus. If you were shitting me.
Palinode: It might not be so bad.
Lotus: Yes it would! How could it not be bad?
Palinode: Maybe if we coated you in some kind of oil. Baby, olive, motor. You’d be slick. And let’s see... maybe if we broke your shoulders... those could be a problem...
Lotus: I don’t want to be slick and broken-shouldered!
Palinode: Well fine. If you’re not going to put forth the effort there’s no point.
Lotus: Fine then!
Palinode: I didn’t want to shit you in the first place anyway.
Palinode: That’s a relief, really.