Sunday, May 31, 2009

Ctrl z

"Ctrl-Z"
by Ryan Richey

intro music as sean (main character) types on the computer...

Brian- hey sean how you doin.
Sean- good, just doin some homework for my BIO class tomorrow.
B- oh nice, just a paper or somethin?
S- yeah, just 3 hours of my life wasted...
hey does this sound right to you?
(begins to quote what he just typed....)
B- no that sounds whako
(B presses ctrl-z to delete the whole paragraph; S is disgusted, (or angry))
all better
S- DUDE THAT STUFF WAS FINE, JUST NEEDED SOME TWEAKING!!!
B- GEEZ! I'll just undo it!
S- you better, that took like 10 minutes to write!
B- just push ctrl-z again
Mark, another roommate leans out from an awkward location...
Mark- DONT TOUCH CTRL Z!
S+B- what? why not?
M define to me what ctrl z does...
B- DUH it just undoes your last move
S- OR LAST RETARDED MOVE IN BRIAN"S CASE!
(B+S begin to fight, calling eachother various titles of questionable intelligence and making animal noises)
M- COOL IT!!! this is sensitive material! right so ctrl z undoes your last move...
B+S- well yeah an-
M- BUT WHAT IF your last move was UNDOING something...!
B+S- ......uh mark? .....
M- dont you get it?! pressing ctrl z twice could thoeretically destroy the fabric of the time space continuum!
B+S- .........?!
M- YOU CAN'T GO BACK IN TIME!!!! UNDOING WHAT YOU UNDID MEANS YOU MUST HAVE NEVER UNDONE IT IN THE FIRSTPLACE!!!!! WHICH IS NOT TRUE!!! CUZ YOU DID IT!!!!
S- I'm so lost?
B- yeah, my brain hurts
M- YOU COULD CAUSE A PARALLEL UNIVERSE COLLISION SPHERE BASED ON ALTERNATE HISTORIES!!!!
(Brian and Sean are quiet and confused in fear of mark)
THATS BAD!!!! but yeah, (he chuckles) its only hypothetical...i gotta run, see ya!
B+S are silent as M leaves...
B- whoa that was intense
S- you shoulda been there when he thought the microwave said negative 1 before it beeped...
but lets just push it, after that 15 min conversation, i dont wanna wait anymore.
(ctrl z is pushed and the perspective gets all crazy. the lights flicker and things are going insane and then... poof! everything is normal and the paragraph is back....)
B- well that was just fine,
S- yeah what was he talking about... psh what a chowderhead... HA! alternate universe-majigy HAHA !
B+S turn around to see an alienlike figure who starts chasing them... they STOP laughing and run
(the two realize they are actually in an alternate universe and begin fighting for survival... random roommates join them as they progress through the surviving... like... Chad, who finds himself in a fridge with a live chicken and thinks that it is not normal... so all the characters now maybe as many as 4-5 are fighting for survival with various means... the situation looks desperate as the "bad things" appear to be winning... all the characters are backed into a corner and stranded and may be eaten very soon, until BAM! MARK bursts out of the pantry and begins to clear a path of destruction with unusually lethal weapons, like a hairdryer or a super soaker... he appears very ravaged and war torn when he reaches the group (the bad things are gone)
M- dont EVER call me a chowderhead again.
(everyone) right, sorry... how do we get home?
chad- HOW DID I GET HERE?! (he is crying!)
M- THESE idiots didnt pay attention to my t/s continuum lecture about ctrl z
(chad stops his crying and slowly asks...)
c- was that the one about the microwave?
S- (very quickly! afraid of mark beginning to lecture again) no! different one
m- Yeah, well anywho, i quickly altered our continuum portal at home when i realized what had happened so all we gotta do is press ctrl y
b- you mean "redo"?
m- yup
S- AS LONG AS WE'LL BE HOME!
M- everyone, HANG ON!!!
(he presses ctrl y and the screen goes black)
(now we see their kitchen back at home with another roommate standing relaxed at the fridge, creating a cereal concoction... all the characters BURST out of the cabinet and pile up on the floor....(still bloodyy and war-torn (yes, chad still has his chicken))
ALL- WE"RE HOME!!!!! WOOOO
(cheering continues)
ends with relaxed roommate walking away with his food casually and grogilly muttering
"dorkwads"