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DYLAN
(o.s.) You shouldn’t go around seeing dicks, you know. It’s a uniquely distracting organ, biologically. HELLY (o.s.) Well, I didn’t exactly seek it out. DYLAN (o.s.) Just makes me ill, them bringing in some nice-dicked rook mere days after Petey’s departure. HELLY (o.s.) I didn’t say he was nice-dicked. DYLAN (o.s.) What? HELLY (o.s.) I didn’t say that. You said that. Irving finishes the pattern. The objects are now arranged in a crude human face. He smiles at it, wistfully. DYLAN (o.s.) Look, we can split hairs all day or we can prepare like we were told. Where’s the welcome sign? HELLY (o.s.) Irving’s going to do it. DYLAN (o.s.) And Irving is where, exactly? As footsteps approach, Irving hurriedly gathers all the objects back up and puts them in a paper bag. He stows the bag under the far corner of the desk. Helly, the young woman from the stairwell, kneels down to address Irving.
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