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HARMONY

No.

FAITH

Well, what do you think—

ANGIE

How about we descend on him like a wild pack of rabid jackals and shred him as soon as he sets foot in the room? It’ll be like a feeding frenzy, all of us going for vital organs, like his heart. If any of us can find that dry, shriveled, rock hard, hollow, black, little, cold-beating, peach pit. How about we treat him like he’s a wounded wildebeest calf in deep water, and we’re a mindless school of starving Queen Piranha, cruising in like fighter jets over an Afghani wedding party that we rip & tear through all at the same time, until he’s nothing but a stripped pile of meatless bone and odd floating cartilage on the rocky river bottom, which then gets ground into silt by marauding hippos? How about that?

Faith & Harmony take in what Angie said. Wow. She’s weird.

FAITH

Jesus.

HARMONY

Yeah.

ANGIE

What?

FAITH

I’m just surprised they let you work at a health clinic.

ANGIE

Why, you doubt my qualifications?

FAITH

Where did you and Ronnie meet, anyway?

ANGIE

Ronnie? You call him Ronnie? How quaint. Like a fuckin’ Archie comic book character.

FAITH

Why, what did you call him?

ANGIE

Ron.

Angie looks at Harmony, expectantly.

HARMONY

… Ronald.

ANGIE

Ronald?