Act I Scene: A bare stage except for an evil-looking dark chair with a high back, something like an Egyptian pharoah's throne but simple, center stage. (HOSSenters.) HOSS:Song: "Anything I Say Can and Will Be Used Against You" ANYTHING I SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU People tell me I look like hell Well I am hell I got a torture chamber orchestra At the Delirium Hotel I got an hallucination rattlesnake To twist my skill through You're my friend But I'm gonna kill you Somebody's got to monitor all this darkness darkness darkness Somebody's got to locate the bomb dot com Somebody's got to breakout through the night so starless starless starless Those who would overthrow the status quo Soul like smoke hole in the sky Gotta cry gotta cry gotta go gotta go gotta go Target Arab chic MK ultra satellite blowup Kill the pain let it rain let it rain I will disengage your mastery Until all you love is blasphemy Then I'll break in through your idiocy And twist your desire hideously And when you're the object of complete derision I'll make you a star on television Then if you want fame at a greater strength Speak to my girl Friday the thirteenth Got no background Got no files Crawl through the cable black op ground zero no flight zone All alone all alone all alone This is a story which is based on a true story Which is based on a lie Don't jack with me Sahib I'm history Don't jack with me Lucille I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone (BECKYenters.) BECKY: Choogin, Hoss. Choogin. The short is on-line. Wanna peek at the toys? HOSS: Yeah, let's have a look. Jeweler check 'em out? BECKY: Clean and blue. Gave his little stomp of approval. You know how he gits. (BECKYlays out the "weapons" on the floor: Strange looking devices; weird mixture of swords, guitar necks, microphones, CB's, pistols, etc.) HOSS: Merc's set? BECKY: Greased, lubed, and banging on all eight. Chaser slammed it up to 180 on the old Ventura Freeway. Said she didn't bark once. HOSS: Yeah. About time he quit them quarter mile bursts. That double-throat's gotta git time to blow out. Holly made that carburetor back then for a reason. Old-time but it still hauls ass. BECKY: No question there. HOSS: Chaser fit? BECKY: I don't gumbo with Chaser. You know that. He keeps to his own self. HOSS: You watch him don't ya? Observe? BECKY: I seen him chase his bacon around the plate with a fork this mornin. Asked him if that's where he copped his handle. HOSS: So, how's he movin? BECKY: Same. HOSS: Did he look inclined to Boogie? BECKY: He's always got the horns on for Road Rankin, you know that. HOSS: Then we're good to go? BECKY: I'd best check the Chart Man if I was you, Hoss. The Gazer. HOSS: How's that. BECKY: Just an inklin. A tickle. Won't hurt. HOSS: We ironed all that through, didn't we? Week ago? I thought Meera gave me a green lane? I don't need hesitation now. BECKY: Shit shifts, you know. Every two seconds somethin's slidin. He can't suss it all. Tell you the damn truth, some a them chart patterns he's honkin go back to the late fifties.Shepard, Sam is the author of 'Tooth of Crime Second Dance', published 2006 under ISBN 9780307274984 and ISBN 0307274985.