batteries, smoked salmon, a Playboy, a tiny vial of
Blanton's tucked deep in the back of a cabinet.
Jamie sneaks that Playboy down his shirt.
Boards, as a generic item, are in short supply in the real
world. But cheap Ikea bookshelves are not, and Jamie and
Daniel start to tear them down.
JAMIE
(sweating)
This... is insane.
Daniel kicks the side of a bookcase to detach it from the
main body.
DANIEL
it's kinda... fun. in a weird way.
Jamie cracks up laughing, high and breathless. Daniel stares
at him.
JAMIE
It is! Oh God. It is.
DANIEL
we're like. the show. with the,
uhh... home renovations. in
reverse.
Jamie crows and claps him on the back. Daniel rocks forward
with the force, a little winded, but smiles to himself.
They move on to other pieces of furniture, stripping the
upholstery and hacking chairs into kindling. They're
sweating and grunting and taking out all their frustrations
on the cheap tat of the nouveau riche.
JAMIE
Dude, I suck at this. I just keep
beating this shit into splinters.
DANIEL
might just be a bad chair. bad
wood.
JAMIE
What the hell does *bad wood* look
like?
DANIEL
ain't you some kinda... forestry.
person. you know wood.