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HERB: Meanwhile, we’ll riff for ideas.

PATRICK: You're right, we've got time.

HERB: It's so we won’t feel like we’re wasting time.

PATRICK: We can’t have that.

HERB: It's so we won't get bored.

PATRICK: We wouldn’t want that.

HERB: All the old ideas.

PATRICK: They’re tired like crumbled paper.

HERB: Like plagiarism.

PATRICK: Like used condoms.

HERB: Like plagiarism.

Silence.

PATRICK: They all can’t be taken.

HERB: Each one has.

Silence.

PATRICK: Maybe remixed.

HERB: They regurgitate.

PATRICK: Defy tropes.

HERB: They regurgitate.

Silence.

PATRICK: What ideas do you have?

HERB: We write about elves who live on Mars with polar bears.

PATRICK: Elves are boring.

HERB: It’s a new take.

PATRICK: It defies tropes.

HERB: No one cares.

Silence.

PATRICK: They’ve been done like messiahs.

HERB: Like plagiarism.

PATRICK: Like enemies to lovers.

HERB: Like plagiarism.

Long silence.

PATRICK: Write something!

HERB: I'm trying.

Long silence.

PATRICK: Write anything at all!

HERB: What do we do now?

PATRICK: Wait for inspiration.

HERB: Ah!

Silence.

PATRICK: This is hell!