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COBEL Don’t apologize to me. Milchick turns back to Mark. He produces a well-folded pair of black pants from under the table. MILCHICK
Mr. Scout, at this time, I’d like to offer you this pair of empty black pants, along with a sincere apology for not having offered said pants earlier. Do you accept the
empty black pants, and/or the apology, which I assure you is anything but empty? Mark stares at Milchick for a long moment. All at once, Mark leaps from his seat and runs for the door. MILCHICK (CONT’D) Mr. Scout! Mark bursts through the door. Cobel keeps writing. COBEL Well. How did that feel to you? MILCHICK Bad. COBEL It was very bad. Milchick gets up to follow Mark. INT. MAIN OFFICE. DAY. Mark, still naked, runs out into the middle of a bustling office. The room is vast and white, the ceiling very high. Everything is bathed in a sterile light, which seems to emanate from all surfaces. The majority of the room is comprised of a wide maze of cubicle walls, made of a vaguely translucent glass. The workers weave busily around, some of their forms obscured by the crystalline cubicle walls. Their hurried footsteps combine with the dim hum of routers and printers.
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