[A SLUG slides into his house after a day in the sun. He slithers to the fridge and grabs himself a cold beer and a few pickled onions. He melts on to the sofa and watches repeats of Married At First Sight. He yawns and scratches his testicles. He texts his boss her can’t come into work tomorrow on account of being too tired and hot. He goes to his bedroom and doesn’t go to sleep on his bed.]

[The slug is actually a human bloke, by the way.]

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2025