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Vladimir: |
So this is the end of the world then? |
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Estragon: |
I fear so. Just the two of us left and in a few minutes, the Sun will turn into a Red Dwarf |
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Vladimir: |
Thought they said, it was going to be a white one |
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Estragon: |
No, it’s definitely red, my brother told me and he lectures at MIT |
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Vladimir: |
Suppose he’d know, then. Shame though innit? |
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Estragon: |
Well yes, but we must take into consideration, we’ve had a pretty good run. Addressed Racism, Sexism, Poverty, Hunger, Homelessness, Addiction |
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Vladimir: |
Homophobia, Depression, Greed, Cruelty, Climate Change |
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Estragon: |
And let’s not forget War, Violence, and of course the Patriarchy |
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Vladimir: |
Yeah, that was nice. Didn’t quite manage to get to grips with Class, though did we? |
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Estragon: |
Oh God you’re still not going on about that are you? |
Now, Estragon, in his protective suit, makes his way across the dusty plain, towards the ever brightening orb in the sky in front of him, while Vladimir lags behind, staring intently at the back of his companion’s head. “Posh Twat” Vladimir mumbles into his helmet just as a blinding light flashes across the surface of the earth and incinerates everything in it’s path.