Momma: Hey, uh, hun..there's a man here. You should get up.
Errhmmmm...? Eye slits open
Momma: He's putting in a cable and needs to get into the crawl space in your closet...
Errhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
(Man enters)
Aghh! I try to figure out if my dream about the friends I dined with last night making fun of my sheets was real as a tall man starts to take my things out of my closet, steps on top of my stack of dirty clothes and puts closet stuffings on top of me. Feelings of violation begin.
Man: Now there might be some dust and insulation and stuff that might come outta here, so just to, uh, you know let you know. He avoids eye contact
Rolls over. Dies.
Scene.
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