92 The Script

Chris couldn't help but notice as Ben was all over the place like a fly, the latter jumping over his couch and his chairs while frantically searching.

Searching for what, that is the question Chris hoping to shed some light on, especially since he feels like they're being watched.

"You could at least help me." Ben exclaimed to his friend. "If we can't find the script then we won't be able to do anything. And stop poking at the camera!"

"This a camera?" asked Chris who poked the invisible wall to his side harder. "Yo, does that mean we're on TV?"

"What? No." Ben muttered as he pushed the couch away and proceeded to tear off the floorboards with ease. It was like ripping paper.

"Whoa." Chris said.

"Yep, let's blame it on Nimble, cause I had to deal with these floors for days." Ben said, his voice echoing.

"Found anything?"

"Found it!" Ben came up to the surface once more in a flash. There were only a few pages. "Wait. Darn it!"

"What?"

"The script is just a retelling of what I just did and what we just talked about!" Ben said. "I can't be bothered. You wanna drink?" He threw the papers away as Chris nodded. "I'll take that as a yes."