Hunting

(Bill walks on-stage with blind glasses on and a walking stick)

Bill: Where are you?

Ted: Over here.

Ted: Here - grab yourself a 12-gauge.

(Bill sighs and points to his eyes)

Ted: Oh yeah.

(Ted hands bill a shotgun, takes one for himself, and walks off-stage. Bill attempts to follow, but runs into a wall the first time)

Ted: Yeehaw! Lets go shoot us some critters!

(Bill wanders away from Ted)

Ted: (Yelling) Where you at, Bill?

Bill: Shut it, I think I hear something moving.

(Ted walks around quietly)

(Bill pulls out shotgun and aims in Ted’s direction)

(Bill shoots the shotgun)

Ted: (Screaming in agony) Ahhhhhhh!

Bill: Hey Ted, I think I got something! (Bill grins stupidly)

Ted: You got me, idiot!

Bill: Nu-uh. I’m blind, remember? I can’t see good enough to hit you.

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