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NICK
Weirdo.
Levon heads back into the pizza place and slides his quarters to the pizza man.
LEVON
Will the party be catered?
NICK
Catered with the most exotic delicacies currently in imagination.
Nick admires the bloody roast he’s carrying. The image of an androgynous, computergenerated assistant appears on many screens in the MemeTrade office. The assistant is carrying a CGI grocery bag full of spices and vegetables.
LEONARD
Good afternoon, Mr. Stieb.
LEVON
So what do you need from me for this Meme deal?
NICK
Nothing but a signature, brother love. I’ve made all the arrangements. LeoNard, forward Levon our standard contract, s'il vous plaît?
LEONARD
Will do, Sir! Chef Ramsay is in the green room and the grocery items he requested have arrived.
NICK
You left Chef Ramsay in the green room? You left Chef Ramsay in the green room!
Nick kicks open a series of steel doors as he rushes to the green 48
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room.
NICK
Coming through!
Nick charges through an office area filled with eccentric executives.
One is pushing a barbecue loaded with charcoal towards the green room. Another follows armed with a miniature flame thrower. They are collecting excited colleagues as they walk.
TRADING FLOOR PERSON ( holding a flame thrower) Everything is included in the kit. First innovation in barbecuing in decades. Excuse me. Nick! Did you get the flesh?
Nick holds up his duffel bag triumphantly.
TRADING FLOOR PERSON
Ahhh, haaah! Told ya’ll he’d come through.
Levon is sitting on the curb eating his mushroom pizza. A group of attractive high school girls walk past him. Levon avoids eye contact.
He leans over and hides his championship belt with his tshirt. The girls get into a car and drive off.
LEVON
Mr. Steib? If this works, can I borrow your car?
NICK
If this works, you can buy your own, buddy. You’ll be swingin’dick!
LEVON
Dick?
NICK
Wealthy. Rich. Loaded. Ballin’. Swingin’ bigdick, son. Get with the parlance!
Levon mumbles, shoving the last of his pizza into this mouth.