The husband gets up from the sofa.

Husband: Listen, you jerks, just get out of my house. You're annoying me, and emboldening my spouse.

He lands a hard punch on his boss's face, stumbling back a few steps. His boss hollers, and retreats with his shocked wife.

Husband: Sorry, honey, it had to be done. I don't want a job, and I don't need one. I'm building a rocket, a little surprise. It's ready to launch, so say your goodbyes.

He waves to his son, still standing at the stairs.

Husband: I'm sorry, son, that I've always been sauced.

Son: I hate you, you louse, now go -- get lost!

Wife: Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. You did what?

A large cardboard spaceship is lowered to the stage. The characters dance in a circle, waving their palms toward the falling rocket, their mouths agape.

Wife: You've built a rocket, our future's saved! Now I can live how I've always craved! I'll eat horrible food; pee in a hose. There are no cons, only the pros!

She stops, thinks, and eyes her husband suspiciously.

Wife: Wait a minute. This can't be true. All you do is sleep and drink brew. You built a rocket, in record time? You must be lying, you lousy slime.

Husband. Yeah, we get it, woman, so I drink a lot. It's all that's ever managed to make you seem hot. There, I said it. You're as ugly as a horse.

Wife: It's worth repeating: I want a divorce.


The actors now take a fifteen minute break, as required by local labor laws.


Wife: Okay, i'll do it, I'll get in your ship.

The Husband is half-way up a ladder to the cockpit.

Husband: Whether you do, or you don't, I don't give a rip.

She clambers up after him.

Son: I'm coming too, and I'm bringing my toad.

They're all in the cockpit.

Husband: Oh damn, it's gonna explode.

The spaceship blows to smithereens. Debris flies in all directions. The cockpit, severely damaged, separates from the ship and manages to achieve orbit.

Frog: Well that's just great, now I'm forced to be a hermit. Oh well, I guess I'm in space -- EAT IT, Kermit.

End of Scene II

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