[ The camera turns on to Rudy sitting stiffly in his seat. He looks a bit neater, with his shirt collar properly buttoned and his hair smoothed over to one side. His jaw is set forward, as though in some deal of frustration, and he rocks a little, back and forth, looking quite bored and restless. ]So. It's become quite apparent that there really isn't much to do. So I thought I'd appeal to you lot for some help. Maybe y'can stop bein' so mind-numbingly dull and useless and tell me a good place to find a music store. Been thinkin' of pickin up the ukulele again. Left it back home. Well... never really was much of a home, was it?
[ In the background, another Rudy can be seein, fidgeting nervously and tugging at the hems of his shirt and cuffs. He shakes his head and turns to the other Rudy. ]No... No, please don't. Does it... does it have to be the ukulele? I mean-- you know how we feel 'bout that.[ The Rudy in front of the camera jumps up suddenly and approaches the Other Rudy, grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him backward into the wall before setting himself just inches from the face of the Other Rudy. ]I will do what the FUCK I want. D'you understand me? If I say that I wanna play the ukulele, your job, yeah? Is to ask me, "four or six strings?" Hm?
[ The Rudy against the wall nods frantically in his cowering.] Good. Now get out of here. You're puttin' me off.
[ The Other Rudy slinks out of the room, shaking his head and rubbing his shoulder while the first Rudy slumps back down in front of the camera. ]Fuckin' hell. So yeah, anyway. Ukulele. Where can I get one?
[Later: Text to Alisha]All right?
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