

Tuesday AfternoonGOD: Next, please.Tuesday Afternoon
MAN: Yes, hello again.
GOD: I'm sorry, my memory fails me. Which one are you?
MAN: Well, I was Martin Fry.
GOD: I'm sorry, those records are terminated. What's your number?
MAN: Eleven thirty-one.
GOD: No, no, not your queue number. Your executive number, the eight-digits.
MAN: You expect me to remember that?
GOD: Well, it is within the seven plus-minus two limit, which you should achieve if you've reached up to level one. Or, are you the reincarnation?
MA


^_^Monday night^_^
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FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.