INT. LIVING ROOM.

A MAN IS DEALING OUT TWO SETS OF CARDS (5 EACH) AND HE IS SITTING ON HIS OWN.

MAN:
Two sixes... I'll put in two and keep the one-eyed jack as it's wild.

HE PUTS TWO CARDS ASIDE AND LIFTS ANOTHER TWO FROM THE PILE.

MAN:
Wahey! Another six, that's a poker.

HE TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO THE OTHER HAND OF FIVE CARDS AND SHIFTS SLIGHTLY ACROSS THE SOFA.

MAN:
Jesus, I've got a hand like a foot... I'll put in three.

HE PUTS THREE CARDS ASIDE AND LIFTS ANOTHER THREE FROM THE PILE.

MAN:
Zilchness! Twelve games to eight now, to me... Nah, time for a different game, methinks.

MAN STARTS DEALING TWO HANDS AGAIN AND GOES THROUGH THE SAME ROUTINE OF PLAYING A POKER GAME AGAINST HIMSELF.

HE THEN TAKES OFF HIS JUMPER, PONDERS FOR A WHILE, SHIFTS SLIGHTLY ACROSS THE SOFA AND PUTS ON HIS JUMPER AGAIN AND STARTS DEALING ANOTHER TWO HANDS.

FADE

MAN IS NOW DOWN TO UNDERPANTS, HE PLAYS A GAME, PONDERS, THEN SHIFTS SLIGHTLY ACROSS THE SOFA AND PUTS ON ALL HIS CLOTHES.

Not quite sure what, but there's a kernel of weird funny there. Schizophrenic poker. Hmmmm.

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