This is a somewhat pretensious and rather pointless interpretation of "Waiting For Godot" by Samuel Beckett, which would probably only proof that I'm f%cking insane, and losing track of reality and my piorities.

Not for those who would only look at the superficial details and never bother to dig deeper. Although in my experience, that's not always a good idea. Mostly disappointing...

I'm bullshiting. I'm only going to (at least)try to imitate(or mock) [i]the style[/i] of "Waiting...", so... so. Nope. That's ridiculous. So. So I really don't know. On with the fanfic/script!

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21/03/2005, 0710 hrs

[b]Title: While Waiting For ...[/b](The next Dead Piro Day strip? Nope. It's not that important. It's not the point at all! Even if there is a point. Much easier to go find God instead. Cheers.)

[i]Curtains open. We see Piro & Largo's room on the second floor. Empty beer cans are stacked neatly(well, not so neatly and not in any way resembling modern art) all across the room. Largo sits on the floor, in the corner, looking possibly delirious. His hair no longer stands up. It just flops all over him.[/i]

Piro(from off-stage): LARGO?!! [i](pause)[/i] LARGO!!! [i](longer pause)[/i] Oh Largo, Where art thou? My friend! Or maybe. Just my associate. Do not leave me like this! If I be alone. Truly alone in this world. What would I do? What would I do? Who would be there to pull me through? And who would be there to deal out punishment most painful when I blabber on endlessly like this?

Largo: j00.

[i]Piro comes on stages from the opposite side of where Largo is sitting. The beer cans all fall off their neat stacks. But Piro doesn't seem to notice a thing. He stares at Largo's current state for a few seconds.[/i]

Piro: HARRR, YE LANDLUBBA!!! Why such a sourpuss?! Let your friend Piro lighten your load!

[i]Piro walks towards Largo. He slips on a beer can and falls down.[/i]

Piro: Oop-Aah! Largo, I ...

[i]Piro walks right pass Largo and off the stage. He appears again on the opposite of where Largo is sitting, and walks towards him. He slips on a beer can and falls down.[/i]

Piro: Doh! Largo. Hmmm...

[i]Piro takes a seat beside Largo.[/i]

Piro: Pray tell, my good but usually delusional friend. What of your woes and private wonderings?

Largo: F5ck! I've been pwned by the games of that female form! Yes, I've been humbled before by the likes of her. That is the norm, as dictated my character arch-type and role. But! And what a but! Everything will end well. Comedies will always end in marriage...

Piro: And not vice-versa?

Largo: g4\/\/ddamit, that's my line!

[i]Largo sips some beer nosily.[/i]

Largo: wh3r3 was I? Ah. Comedies will always end in marriage. I just know it! Everything, everything! Everything is in place. We must leave it to the man.

Piro: Who?

Largo: 7h3 man.

[i]A very long while later ...[/i]

Piro: Oh! That man!

Largo: y34h. The man has all the answers ...

Piro: That man might get us home!

Largo: 7H3 man might get me 5hr00|\/|5 - };>!

Piro: And maybe prudence.

Largo: 4|\|d maybe a limited edition EP by The Smiths.

Piro: I might even get an erection!

Largo: THE HELL YOU WILL!

[i]A knock on the door.[/i]

Meimi(from off-stage): <May I come in?>

[i]Piro walks off-stage, but in the wrong direction.[/i]

Piro(from off-stage): <Hello, M'am. Errr. Please come inside!>

[i]Piro walks on stage(opposite side of Largo) with Meimi following close behind. Meimi stops at the centre of the stage and turns to face the audience. Piro slips on a beer can and falls down.[/i]

Piro(mumbling): I hate myself. So. Full. Of. Repressed angst.

[i]After Piro falls, Largo notices Meimi. He tries to make his hair stand up again. It flops all over him.[/i]

Meimi(still facing the audience): Grrrr! [i](Unfathomable, animalistic, grunting noise)[/i]

[i]Meimi briefly answers her handphone.[/i]

Meimi: <Largo! Hear me! You are dead and I am alive. Place your head in a urinal and flush it...>

[i]Meimi's handphone rings. She answers it for a brief moment.[/i]

Largo: WTH?!?

Piro(like a prayer): I would not know, I would not know, I would not know, ...

Meimi: <Oh! So sorry. That was my husband. Such a fine dear he is. Calling to check on me. Telling me what to do. And what not. A traditional man, a traditional man. A great man, a great man. A civil man, A civil servant man. A great man for greater men. But never greater than the greatest man. Oh, but love! Love makes us all equal. For each, her own needs. To love, by her own whimsical means. Oh love, yes love! I would die for love. I would kill for love!>

Largo: What did she...

Piro: I don't know. But I think she's communist.

[i]Meimi's handphone rings again.[/i]

Meimi(answering phone): <Hi, dear! ... Yes, I'm getting to the point ... OK. I'll see you at home! I'm cooking seafood tonight!>

Meimi: <Hee hee. Sorry again. [i](cough)[/i] AND NOW, FOR SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT...>

Piro(yawning): Oh really?

Meimi: Tee-hee. Poe-yahm!

Piro: <Nnnoooo!>

Largo: [i](gasp)[/i] Well, good thing I don't understand japanese.

Meimi: Dare otter not soh kind-heart, Missta Largo.

Largo: Nnnooooo! I need more beer.

Meimi: The robotess goes/ To the well with her jug,/ A dashing young nerd/ Now holds his plug;/ With a blush she replies/ To his offer so bold,/ And gives from her basket/ a pretty pentode.

Largo: That wasn't so bad...

Piro: Nnnoooooo!

[i]A rumbling noise.[/i]

Piro: What was that?

[i]Piro tries to get up[/i]

Largo: pl3453. Allow me...

[i]Largo goes off-stage, in the right direction. And quickly comes back in again.[/i]

Piro: Well?

Meimi: Hmmm? [i](grunt)[/i]

Largo: UFO, man. 7H3 |\/|4N cometh!!!

[i]A madly long period of awkward silence.[/i]

Piro: You've been drinking too much, Largo.

[i]Piro grabs a can of beer and takes a big gulp. The curtains come down.[/i]

AND THAT IS ALL.

There is no encore.