The door to a college dorm room opens up and Simon opens the door while finishing some chatter with a person out in the hall.
Cut back and forth between the open door with Simon in it talking to the person, and the hallway of the dorm room.
“Yeah, I’ll definitely have to stop by that and give it a look over. I think the whole idea has potential, but yet it’s lacking a social presence. But I’ve got to do something right now, so you go fix that up, and we’ll stop by to check it over. I think you’ve got the right idea though so keep it going.”
Scene change to the dorm room hallway.
He turns to enter the room and starts to walk in through a sea of empty beer cans that clutter the hallway to the living room. The sound of beer cans crunching under his feet can be heard out in the hall.
Scene change to Al laying asleep in his bed, wearing a shirt covered in beer stains and drool coming out of his mouth. He has passed out from all the drinking he did the night before. His hair is a mess and his bed sheets are on the floor. He rolls over in his bed as he groans in his sleep.
We hear a shriek from out in the living room and Al rolls around in his bed again. He hears another shriek, groans again, and throws a pillow at the door. “Shut the hell up out there!” Al yells. Another shriek and Al sits up in his bed, scratching his stomach and head, and then wiping his face of the drool. He shrugs it off and lies back down on his bed, adjusting his face with his hands.
Cut back and forth between Al in his bed, and Simon being stalked by the robot.
He sits up in tension and anger as another shriek fills the dorm. He gets up, puts on a pair of pants and walks out into the living room, stumbling every couple of steps. “I swear to god the only reason someone would be screaming like a dying woman in my living room at noon on any day of the week would be because there is actually a dying woman in my living room, being killed by something that is trying to make it as gruesome as possible!” Al finally enters the living room and sees Simon being stalked by a robot in the corner of the living room. “This is pretty close to a woman being brutally killed, so I think I’ll allow it, now why are you freaking out, you giant pansy?” Al looks at Simon and sees the robot and still wonders why he’s scared.
“What the hell is that?!? Why is it trying to molest me? Why is it trying to do anything to me?” Simon asks Al. Al looks around in confusion and then finally makes eye contact with the robot.
“Oh, that’, it’s nothing really. Seriously, it’s just a robot. It’s not like robots can actually do any harm to anyone. I mean, I could spit on it and kill it. It’s just all wires and electricity.” Al replies.
“Are you serious? It’s a freakin’ robot! It could crush me like a beer can if it wanted. Robots don’t know anything about holding back or not showing strength! I could die!” Simon exclaims, arms flailing everywhere, scared like a little girl.
Cut to the eyes of robot, not doing much, not even looking alive, not even paying attention.
Al walks over to the robot and presses a button on it. It falls to the ground, apparently Al shut it off. Al points to the robot on the ground.
Cut to a picture of a heap of beer keg, and claw game arms on the floor in the middle of the room. No signs of life coming from the robot that was just turned off.
Cut back to Al and Simon.
“I got drunk instead of studying for my robotics final. It’s quite the thing of beauty, isn’t it?” Al explained the robot to Simon.
“Oh, so you made a robot out of a beer keg while you were drunk eh?” Simon pointed out the body of the robot.
“Guess so. Its arms are also claws from those damn rigged claw games you see in stores everywhere. So even if it tried to grab you, it would be able to hold onto you because it’s rigged to not be able to grip anything. Damn dirty cheats with their damn dirty claw game.” Al replied.
“Yeah, those damn claw games are rigged, but you made a robot while your were drunk, dude.” Simon whined.
“The best part was being drunk out of my mind and having to find two stores with the claw game to get the arms for this thing. Breaking the claw game and getting the claw out wasn’t too complicated though. I was really drunk when I did it so I probably went over the top with it.
Cut to a picture of a pick up truck wrecked through a claw game machine at some random store, gasoline and fluids dripping from the bottom of the car, steam and smoke coming out of the hood. The claw game prizes spilled all over the floor and the truck. The claw game is missing it’s claw.
Cut back to Simon.
“Yeah, you are a pretty hardcore drunk.” Simon looks at the robot on the floor. “So, what did you name it?” He points at the robot and Al looks at it as well.
“I don’t really know, I didn’t give it a name yet…I was too drunk to remember to name it. Maybe I’ll do that today.” Al kneels down next to the robot and presses the button on the keg, and a lot of electrical noises come on. The robot comes back to life and stands up.
“Now for names…” Al looks at Simon.
