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1.)

 (Jack and Chris Beksinski are chillin' in Jack's modern apartment, on some kind of portable multiplayer
   video game. Jack's on a chair, Chris is on the couch. He is as distracted as ever, and Jack is oblivious.)

JACK: Ah, got it. Thanks. Now I just need three Nana Crystals.

CHRIS B: Yeah... Nana... stuff.

2.)

(A closeup view of Jack's hands holding the game system. They still have many small cuts from the fight with Vitus.)

CHRIS B: So uh, you have a lot of little cuts... Uh, doing a lot of gardening there? Heh?

JACK: Hm? Oh... maybe. I dunno.

3.)

(Chris waves at Jack on his way out, Jack is too intent on his game to think much of his departure or his freaked out expression.)

CHRIS B: Well gotta run!

JACK: Okay, bye bye.

4.)

(Chris and Karl pass each other without noticing outside, Chris seems to be making himself more freaked out without any help.)

CHRIS B : Defensive wounds... gotta be.. no no...

5.)

(In the apartment again, Jack and Karl hug sweetly and exchange casual greetings.)

JACK: Hey.

KARL: Hey.

6.)

(Darren tut-tuts them from the couch, playing an unplugged electric guitar, wearing socks.)

DARREN: AWKWARD!

JACK: Dude, I don’t talk about your rock skanks.

DARREN: What skanks?

JACK: I know! Go find some!

7.)

(On the balcony of doom and planters, the gay fellows recline. Jack has his legs up on Karl's lap.)

KARL: Man that’s still so weird seeing him here. Anyway, uhm... Do you like vinyl?

JACK: It can be pretty sexy. You have something on under there?

8.)

(Jack is chill and Karl looks a skosh embarrassed, as usual.)

KARL: Huh? Oh-- oh no! Haha...
 Um, I meant records. I should bring some records next time. If that’s okay...
    I just thought it could be fun y’know... yeah. Like the old times. Sort of.

9.)

(Jack is distracted by a bat flying above.)

JACK: Sure, that's--

10.)

(Karl is freaked out now, and Jack is just annoyed.)

KARL: Oh god look out! It probably has rabies!

JACK: What are you--

11.)

(Karl tries to convey his concern, but Jack is still too annoyed to deal with it.)

KARL: It'll get stuck in your hair!

JACK: Ugh, that's a myth! What kind of goth are you anyway?

KARL: Hey, I never said...

12.)

(Jack rises, putting a hand on Karl's shoulder to keep him in place.)

JACK: Well I guess it'll get in my hair after all. Excuse me, I need to... uh fumigate. For bats.