SOMA | The Meme Dump
NICK
There's thousands of dollars worth of luxury goods in there, guy!
Quality branded merch from Ferrari, Fluevog, Holt Renfrew, Louis Vuitton. Restaurant vouchers for Gordon Ramsay’s fine dining!
Shit’s inflationproof!
Levon's hands are shaking. Several of the coupons are dropped and carried away by the breeze. Nick snatches at the paper.
LEVON
Coupons! Ha! Ha! Ha! Fabulous prizes! Are they all MemeTrade companies?
NICK
You cheeky fuck...
Levon throws the paper slips into the air laughing, seemingly deranged. Nick grabs at the fluttering coupons and stuffs them into his pocket. He takes deep, full breaths, as if preparing to dive to the bottom of a pool.
NICK
Fucking brain damage! The Cleaners ran you over and now you have fucking brain damage!
LEVON
Steib. You heel.
NICK
Eh?
LEVON
You know what you are? Ultimate heel champion...
NICK
You're retarded...
Nick whips the tension from his face. It’s flushed and hot to the 147
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touch.
LEVON
What the hell am I gonna do with a Perry Ellis suit? I just want to dissolve into the flow! Live in pastures on high, with goats and lesbians!
Levon giggles madly. Suddenly Nick hauls Levon up by the straps of his backpack.
NICK
You fucking lunatic! Is this some kind of game? Are you some corporate gremlin, sent to sabotage me? Or some trustfund brat who likes to jerk off working people for fun?
Levon laughs.
LEVON
I don't want to jerk you off!
Nick drops Levon to the ground. The impact releases a big puff of mushroom mycelium. Levon is surprised by the cloud. He pinches at the smoke and rubs the spores between his fingers. He finds the hole torn in his backpack and begins giggling uncontrollably.
NICK
Get out of my life, you fucking parasite! Go to jail where you belong!
LEVON
Oh. We can’t destroy the Soma, Muscles...
NICK
We will. We have to.
LEVON
It won’t work.
NICK