An empty park with a bench and some Cheetos.

Man: I wish a thing to happen to me.

A different man appears and stabs the first man.

The first man: What’s the best way to get blood stains out of the couch?
A different man: Vinegar, spice, everything nice?
The first man: Mmmm
A different man: Pick them up with your bare hands?
The first man: This needs to go for now.

The sun rises on the evil and the good alike.

The evil: Would you stay and watch the sun with me?
The good: Only if you stay on the blade of my knife.

The pair sits on the bench.

One part of the pair: I wonder when the pain will cease.
Other part of the pair: I wonder when the sun will die.
Other part of the pair: I wonder why my life is dull.
Other part of the pair: I wonder why my knife needs to be sharp.
The knife: I wonder if they would let me have a cheeto when this is done.

The sun explodes and rains on the park. They burn.

Man on fire: It was lovely meeting you in this way even if it had to end like this.
Man also on fire: What if it doesn’t have to end?
Man on fire: Should it not? I have laundry.
Man also on fire: Leave the laundry.

They leave the laundry.

The knife: I better get a Cheeto when this ends.

It doesn’t end.