Int. Sub-basement Office Cubicle Farm – Day
It is dark but there is a faint glow from one spot in the room. The lights come on, revealing an infinite space of silent cubicles. A faint MURMUR grows louder as OFFICE WORKERS move into view, finding their cubicles. The work day has begun.
LARRY is sitting at his desk, facing his computer screen but staring down at the steaming cup of coffee on his desk. DENNIS is sitting in a spare chair in Larry’s cubicle.
Larry
(somewhat to himself)
Coffee is humanity’s Alamo.
Dennis
What?
Larry
Oh, nothing. It’s something God told me once.
Larry gets up from his chair and looks out over the cubicle sea, pausing for a moment to ponder it. He grabs his jacket.
Larry
(leaving the cubicle)
Come on.
Dennis
Where are we going?
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