[The curtain opens. There are two chairs and a table. There is a
man sitting at one of the chairs. There are very futuristic
things all around the stage, which are called "future
furnishings." The Man is reading a newspaper and the headline on
the newspaper says, visibly: LAST NEWSPAPER EVER, PRINTED TODAY.
He turns the page, and the next reads: ALSO, FUTURE NOW ALLOWS
US TO RESURRECT DEAD FAMOUS PEOPLE FROM A LONG TIME AGO.]  MAN:
Hmm ... time flies, yes.  [The Man lowers the newspaper. He is
revealed to be WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, the famous word person, and
he isn't dead anymore. He places the paper on the desk and
begins pacing slowly across the stage. There is palpable
excitement in the audience watching it. The playwright's ex-gf
is there, and she is extremely regretful that she broke up with
him and knocked over his new drums right after he bought them.]
[Shakespeare returns to his seat, awash in good thought as a
doorbell rings.]  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: [shouting] Come in, come
in!  [Another person enters