(The camera pans slowly across a barren waiting room. A clock ticks ominously in the background.)
CHARLIE: (mumbling to self) "If only waiting were less about waiting and more about... less."
GERTRUDE: (folds arms, stares at the clock) "Tick-tock, my friend. You're even worse than my last three partners."
(A pigeon flies into the room and promptly sits on the clock, stopping time and the ensuing awkwardness.)
FOOLISH MAN: (enters dramatically, cape woefully snagged) "Have you seen a cape? It seems to have a mind of its own."
CHARLIE: "No cape, no problem. Just a waiting room full of... silent mischief."
GERTRUDE: "Is it possible, in the realm of waiting, to wait while not waiting? Awaiting, perhaps."
CHARLIE: "Ah, the eternal question answered by the tick of our pigeon-guarded clock."
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