MALACLYPSE THE YOUNGER- Bearded guru, only...weirder? GREATER POOP- Earnest cub reporter. Think "Derek the Summer Intern" from QWRPLine
Two chairs/barstools. Simple spotlights
MY: Robes that look both 70s hippie, and ecclesiastical at the same time. GP: Button up shirt, slacks, bowtie, cardigan vest.
Old wired microphone, or old Fischer Price tape player with mic.
GP: Are you really serious or what?
MY: Sometimes I take humor seriously. Sometimes I take seriousness humorously. Either way it is irrelevant.
GP: Maybe you are just crazy.
MY: Indeed! But do not reject these teaching as false because I am crazy. The reason that I am crazy is because they are true.
GP: Is Eris true?
MY: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
MY: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
MY: I don't know man, I didn't do it.
GP: Why do you deal with so many negatives?
MY: To dissolve them.
GP: Will you develop that point?
GP: Is there an essential meaning behind the (pronounce veerryyy caareefully) Paratheo-Anametamystikhood of Eris Esoteric?
MY: There is a Zen Story about a student who asked a Master to explain the meaning of Buddhism. The Master's reply was "Three pounds of flax."
GP: Is that the answer to my question?
MY: No, of course not. That is just illustrative. The answer to your question is FIVE TONS OF FLAX!
Lights come up to reveal the rest of the cast, backed by choir recording.
Singers exit dancing randomly, GP and M2 settle back down
GP: Wow. Um...
FADE TO BLACK
A Reading From The Principia Discordia
This play is one manifestation of THE DISCORDIAN SOCIETY about which you will learn more and understand less. We are a tribe of philosophers, theologians, magicians, scientists, artists, clowns, and similar maniacs who are intrigued with ERIS, GODDESS OF CONFUSION and with Her Doings.
(closes book and bows head)