Paul and Allan Discuss What is Real

Allan: ...Oh Paul! A vision just came to me about you, about Kimqualcom. I saw you flashing before me as in a flip book and as the pages turned they became tired and frail and so did you. The images were of you playing video games! You ate from the same chair you played in, you defecated from that very chair too! Each day was the same over and over. You existed and it was real. I realize something real can not be real. I want to be real and real. Again and again.

Paul: Allan you have been huffing too much gas again haven't you? Please get away from the handle. I have a busy day ahead of me, there's plenty of paperwork at Kimqualcom that I must complete. Then after | will schmooze with the clients and discuss important matters. Plenty of juniper pies in my fridge.

Allan moves and sits beside the pump inbetween the pump and garbage then looks up at Paul

Allan: Do you ever wonder Paul if we are playing the right game? Sometimes I believe we were swept down into a bizarre void like dust bunnies into a centralized vacuum. I would rather be the dust bunny floating, it's so dark and smooth here now it's like space it's empty with no inclusions.

Paul: That's it Allan, this will be the last time l ever get premium. I will tell you that much. You really should get your act together. You are a bright star but a bursting one with no collimator.

Allan: I told Paul the other day. I said Hey Paul did you hear on the news that we are looking to go to Mars." And for what? He replied "To search for life!" I said to him, "You go into space with your visor down and your lead lined suit to search for life. That's like going across the Earth to look at your reflection in a dark window."

Paul slams the door, puts his visor down and drives his brand new red ferrari into the loop, the fumes from the fresh rubber waft into Allan's nose and he smiles