NIC: THINGS! I feel alone and wanna chat about something, but I have no topics of conversation nor do I have anything particular I want to say, so . . . umm . . . uh, OBJECTS!
JOE: Oh yeah? Two can play at that game! OXEN!
NIC: PILOT LIGHT!
NIC: CORRUGATED CARDBOARD!
NIC: ALOE VERA!
(Pause. Both are breathing heavy.)
NIC: I think we’ve discovered our own form of verbal calvinball.
Lights up. Prescott and Barbo enter. Prescott is dressed like a clown, but everything he is wearing is straight black. Barbo is dressed like a pirate, but everything he is wearing is white. Between them, they carry a tin can phone. They stop center stage and then speak into the cans.
Barbo: STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE!!!
Prescott: STAY-PRESSED SLACKS!!
Barbo: NICKEL-PLATED PAPERCLIPS!
Prescott: POSTAL WALRUS!!
Barbo: UNHEARD OF HORROR FROM THE OCEAN!
Barbo: SUEDE CURTAINS.
Prescott: WINDOW SCONCE.
Barbo: NAUTICAL BELL.
Prescott: TIME TRAVEL!!