Shanghai in a Box – Part 3
[Ferret looks at the Box on his table and begins a conversation with it. Unfortunately, one sided.]
Ferret
What are you?
Box
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Ferret
You’re a box. I know, but… That’s how it is, isn’t it? I’ve lived here for how long and I’m still lured into all of this bullshit. I get boxes delivered in the middle of the night and I start talking to them.
Box
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[Ferret paces away from the Box, then paces back.]
Ferret
Who could possibly want to send me a box?
Box
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Ferret
God. I need a drink.
[Ferret goes to the refrigerator and finds he only has some soy milk, a couple of days past the expiration date. He sighs then takes it out pours it in a glass. He sips on it, eyeing the Box.]
Ferret
You thought I meant a real drink, didn’t you? I did too.
Box
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Ferret
I don’t have any alcohol in my house. I’m a cheap drunk anyway. I’d rather be rational about this.
Box
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Ferret
Soy milk is high in protein. That should be good.
Box
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Ferret
What do you want from me?
Box
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Ferret
You know, on the phone, the girl said you “were” Shanghai. You’re all that Shanghai is in a box, huh?
Box
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Ferret
You’re a bunch of bullshit gift certificates, aren’t you?
Box
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Ferret
Fine, I’ll deal with you tomorrow.
[Ferret slugs down the last of his soy milk, puts his glass in the sink and goes to bed, leaving Box in the darkness.]