ACT I:
Enter, contemplating existentialism, or was... it a dog?
[Scene 1: A peculiar rumor]
“Trebles in leisure, quibbles in measure,”
sighed the stagehand with secret motives.
Standby. The moon misplaced a cue... or perhaps a script?
Have you heard? The director left treadmill running. Should've done a routine check... Our leading role:
[Error 404: Not Found Yet]
[Scene 2 flashes errant]
An aisle pas seul... swayed by quandary.
Pause. Silence... waits in the wings, clutching a toolkit. Maintenance called.
For more unimportant updates:
Curtain Falls... Eventually
And in unison, they asked:
"Is this a reminder of popcorn, or a forewarning of croutons?"