Monotony.

Flavor text: When the task spilled over into undeath, he stopped calling it his life’s work.

Lights Rise to reveal a young man in the center of an assembly line stamping each new package that comes by. At first he does so attentively. And even tries to make it fun by waiting until a box is almost just out of reach. Soon however, he becomes board, and sighs, while resigning himself to looking at his watch and pondering how long he has to stay here. Lights fade to black.

Lights rise to reveal a Man in the center of an assembly line monotonously stamping each new package that comes by without paying attention. He stands there, grimacing at every stamp he imprints on a package, without even looking at it. He stares off straight ahead of him. He continues to do this for a beat. Lights fade to black.

Lights rise to reveal an Old man in the center of an assembly line monotonously stamping each new package that comes by without paying attention. He stands there, grimacing at every stamp he imprints on a package, without even looking at it. He stares off straight ahead of him. He continues to do this for a beat. Lights fade to black.

Lights rise to reveal boxes being backed up, after stopping on the conveyor belt where an Old Mans dead body lies. Lights fade to black.

Lights rise to reveal a different young man entering. He picks up the stamp and examines it. Then the boxes begin to come. He looks at them for a second, then makes a quick stamp, and giggles a little.

Young Man:

Well, this shouldn’t be so bad to do for a couple weeks.

Lights fade to black.

Fin.