The following is a screenplay the way five pages out of a sketchbook are a graphic novel.
INT. GREG’S APARTMENT - DINING ROOM
An endless torrent of people are falling out of a large tube, large as we imagine gods being large, and every single one of this greased up multitude is groping the person in front of them.
Greg angrily slammed the spaghetti dinner on the table, causing cutlery to clatter along the cheap red and white checkered cloth like frightened ants.
DINNER. Is. Rrrrrrrrrrready okay?
Diana is having none of this shit.