Shall I show you some of it? Okay, here's a tiny bit of it:
JIM
Jesus Seb. Are you sure everything's alright?
SEBASTIAN
That's "Sir Jesus Seb" to you.
Sebastian picks himself up from the table.
SEBASTIAN (CONT.)
I just... feel like I've spent the last couple of years eating raw eggs.
JIM
Urm...
SEBASTIAN
(more-or-less to himself)
I guess I thought everything would be fine as long as I never crunched down. I figured, “Yeah, sucking eggs is pretty groovy. It might be a bit uncomfortable sometimes, but as long as I keep swallowing them whole I’ll never have to taste the horrible raw egginess inside. But today... it’s like she punched me in the mouth, and suddenly... BANG. That raw yoke has exploded all over the back of my throat, and it’s totally rancid.
Sebastian grimaces and sticks his tongue out.
SEBASTIAN (CONT.)
And you know what’s worse? Now, NOW I can’t stop coughing up bits of shell. I can really feel them, y’know? They’re like daggers, wedging themselves deep into my gums. Hang on, is that blood I’m tasting?
EMILY
(earnestly to Jim)
Is he... tripping?
JIM
No... he's always like this...
SEBASTIAN
I can't work it out. These bits of shell. Are they only coming from the egg I had in my mouth today? Or is it the case that now, irreversibly, I’m going to be forced to choke up every single bit of raw egg I ever ate for the past two years?
Sebastian finally makes eye contact with Jim.
SEBASTIAN (CONT.)
It tastes really bad Jim. I’m not sure how much more I can take. I mean, who could swallow eggs whole for two whole years?
JIM
(to Emily)
I think he might have had a fight with Deborah...
SEBASTIAN
(catching his aside)
A fight?! David and Goliath had a fight! Deborah, she... she dropped the goddamn bomb and nuked the entire planet.
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