(TEXT SKETCH) Joe Biden Wakes Up In The 'Severance' Conference Room
"Hello, Joseph B."
Slobber drooling down his face, a confused elderly man wakes up to the realization that he’s lying in the center of a long conference room table flanked by empty office chairs.
The room is dimly lit.
A voice chimes from a small, wired speaker next to his face.
SPEAKER: Hello, Joseph B. JOSEPH: Who are you? Where the heck am I? SPEAKER: There’s honestly not much more I can tell you. How are you feeling today, Joseph B.? [Joseph sits up and shouts. A sharp pain down his back.] JOSEPH: Like a sack of frozen potata chips about to get deep fried, that’s how I feel. SPEAKER: That’s normal for new entries your age. JOSEPH: What the heck am I doin’ on this table, man? This ain’t a blood sacrifice is it? SPEAKER: Do you recall how you got here? [Joseph darts to the conference room doors. They’re locked and won’t budge.] JOSEPH: No… I don’t… SPEAKER: Good. And don’t bother trying to open those doors. Only I can control that. JOSEPH: Wait, but I remember something… a… a… a… turkey. Yeah… A turkey. I saved one from getting eaten three, maybe four Thanksgivings in a row. SPEAKER: Hallucinations are normal as well. Let me check my notes one moment… Fantastic. I will enter the room shortly, Joseph B. Please don’t be alarmed. [Distant keys jingle, enter a lock, and open the doors. Behind them, the silhouette of a shorter grey-haired man in a suit.] SPEAKER: Howdy, Joseph B. Mind if I call you JoJo? [Joseph lifts a shoe and tosses it at the man’s head, but he ducks in time, laughing as he steps into the light.] SPEAKER: Name’s George W. Nice to meet ya, JoJo.
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