Dialog Exercise

[This was an excercise in dialog. The challange was to create a dialog with 4+ people and tell an entire story through the dialog. I thought this was a pretty cool, so I took the concept in its most literal form. I had 4+ people tell a story. Kinda funny in---a lame way. -Les]

It's very late and four college students sit on a dorm-room floor eating pizza and having a few beers.

Ronny, the kid on the left, takes a sip of his beer; holding a slice of pizza in his left hand.

So, what do you guys want to do, Ronny chews.

Amy is the blond sitting across from Ronny on the floor.

She says, We could--

--Have an orgy, Grant laughs and raises his eyebrows at Amy who intern gives him a look of disgust.

Jessica goes, I know what we can do!

I already suggested an orgy, Grant chuckles and gives Ronny a thumbs up.

No, retard. We can play that game, you know, the one we used play in school; were someone starts a story, and we take turns in a circle adding to the story as we go along. Jessica smiles.

Thats better than my suggestion, Amy shrugs.

You mean the orgy, Grant asks.

Amy goes, Yeah the one with your mom.

Jessica laughs then says, Okay Ronny, you go first.

Ronny takes a look at his friends, and they all seem okay with the idea so he sighs and says, Okay—once there was a little boy that lived in a little house.

He motions to Amy and she clears her throat, --and he had a little dog that he walked in the park.

--And one day he shoots his grandmother in the face with a harpoon gun, Grant smiles.

A harpoon gun Grant?

Yes Amy. A harpoon gun. Shoots her right in the forehead—she dies, like, instantly.

Thats uncalled for, Amy roles her eyes.

Excuse me for having some imagination Amy! I didn't say shit when you added your pathetic little dog!

Jessica raises her hand, Okay its my turn! Grant be quiet.

Grant pours a full beer down his throat.

Well, Jessica starts with an evil look in her eye, the grandmother doesn't really die and comes back to find the little boy—and –um—when she finds him she makes him feel so guilty for being such an asshole that he kills himself.

Grant roles his eyes.

Just then, Dan walks through the door wearing nothing but boxer shorts; holding a bong. Everyone looks up at Dan at the door.

What are you guys doing?

Ronny makes a circle motion with his finger,We're playing that game where one person starts a story and then we go around in a circle and every one adds a little bit to the story.

Sweet—so where's the story at right now?

Well there is a little boy that lives in a little house. He has a little dog that he walks in the park, then one day he shoots his grandma in the head with a harpoon gun--

Dan laughs and points the bong at Grant, I know that was you!

Grant kisses his fingers and waves them out to an imaginary crowd like a matador.

Yeah, but she doesn't really die and comes back and guilts the little boy into killing himself for being a little asshole, Jessica adds proudly.

So, can I be next, Dan sets his bong down on the desk.

Ronny says, Sure—just say 'the end'.

Huh?

Say it.

The End

[photo: Kaleidoscopeyes]