SOMA | The Meme Dump
Nick yells with his mouth full.
NICK
You're a hit, brother love! A hit, you golden goose cock sucker! We did it!
LEVON
Did what?
Nick gags.
NICK
Sorry! I'm full of flesh! Ha! Ha!
CLEANER
He's just getting the call now? HQ has totally dropped the ball on this, Iso. We’re not supposed to be handling personnel.
Iso photographs Levon's rotten treehouse ladder. She thumbs at the exposed nails.
ISO
Has everyone had their tetanus booster?
CLEANER
We don’t have the tools or the time to take him into custody!
The Cleaner looks at his phone.
CLEANER
Why am I doomed to live in a universe of myopia, LeoNard?
On screen, LeoNard shrugs.
NICK
You're a hit kid! A hit! Hit! Hit!
Nick stabs at the meat platter as he talks. Levon pulls the hammock 57
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off himself.
LEVON
The Memething liked the Soma?
NICK
Yes. My search is successful! Galactus has chosen you!
LEVON
How much money did we get?
NICK
Big cash! Enough paper to thatch the roof of your portapotty, you fucking eccentric!
LEVON
That’s wild!
NICK
Fucking legendary! Your stock appreciated 6000% in an hour. Oh, this song! Turn this song up! This song is for you, Levon.
Nick begins screaming along to the death metal in the background.
NICK
CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST!
The Cleaner fumbles with a thick pile of yellow MemeTradebranded stickers. He signs a sticker and attaches it to the outside of the treehouse. He attaches another to the ladder and yet another to the floor of the treehouse.
CLEANER
Pardon my reach.
The Cleaner sticks a yellow tag to Levon’s wall. The stickers read, PROPERTY of MEMETRADE INC.
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