Let them eat cake in Talk Radio

They are a bespectacled individual in their thirties, somewhat bookish, standing in a brightly colored vest over a patterned oxford shirt. Quirky, but professional.

In the shadows behind them, an old greasy stagehand smokes an actually on fire cigarette, ashes slowly flaking to floor, while leaning against a lever that controls a rotating stage.

The voices of the performing actors echo:

Actor: I’m kissing it all goodbye, these gray cubicle walls, the six-story building, I’ll miss it! NOT

Actress: Dreaming again? Do you want some cake from the birthday party?

Actor: Not this time, you fat bitch! I’m awake now, for the first time in years. I quit!

Actress: Yeah sure, everyone is quitting every day. End of the fiscal year is coming up, kid. They’ll be giving away pens in the lobby and I don’t want to order any more clickies.

Actor: Fuck em! Let big pharma sell their hearts out. So long, I’m gunna be– (deep breath)

The bespectacled individual mouths with them–

Actor: FREEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee

Actor’s screaming slowly fades.

Actress: We’ll hear from that kid, and I don’t mean on Twitter.

With this the stagehand furiously pulls the lever and rotates the stage, crushing the exiting actor viscerally.

Last updated January 09, 2023