Homunculus by The Same Old Idiots

ACT 1
[The Captain Enters, followed by the Actress, The Joker, and The Idiot.
The room is tepid and humid. Suffocating almost. Slight noise of a keyboard in the distance. Grunts and sweat. The walls are of an off-white tint, clothes are strewn across the room]

The Captain (banging on a cast Iron pan with a wooden spoon)
Ram-bam-tam-bam-cam-tababam-badabam-clamm-clamm!
Ram-bam-tam-bam-cam-tababam-badabam-clamm-clamm!

The Actress
Oh!

The Joker
"... as I ..." "... while I ..." Nobody cares about your juxtapositions mate. It's so profoundly uninteresting that you can't put your mind to one single task without specifying what you're doing at the same time as if you're curating a new sort of aesthetic.
It's not about what moves you. It's about how you're moved.

The Actress
Oh!

[The Idiot Makes a Drone Album. The Actress sucks his cock - her mascara leaks]

The Captain
Ram-bam-tam-bam-cam-tababam-badabam-clamm-clamm!
CLAM!

FIN