Suzanna

Man 1: You’ve been here for quite a while.

Man 2: Yes, waiting for the bus.

Man 1: Which one?

Man 2: The green one.

Man 1 (sounding like he knows everything): There are only red buses in this town.

Man 2: Which town?

Man 1: This one.

Man 2: The green ones are not there anymore?

Man 1: Anymore?

Man 2: Yes, there were so many of them to collect the bodies from the graveyard to the plant.

Man 1 (visibly stunned): Ulp. Plant?

Man 2: The plant where I was sent to. Sadly I was returned because my body had traces of a temporary poison, so I couldn’t be recycled.

Man 1: Sent back where?

Man 2: Here. To the graveyard.



(Inside a bus-stand)