#1139: Rubber and Glue

[[A playground. The black hat is large on one child, who is sitting and reading. Other children surround him.]]

Kid A: Whatchya reading, hatboy?

Hatboy: The CRC Handbook of Chemistry and Physics.

Kid B: You are such a loser, it’s

painful

Hatboy: I’m rubber, you’re glue.

Kid A: Yeah, well–

Hatboy:

Glue can’t speak.

Hatboy: You try to scream, but your mouth fills with glue.

Hatboy: Your face is glue. Your body is glue.

[[The black hat child stands up, leaving the book closed on the ground. He holds his hand out to the other children.]]

Hatboy: I wrap my rubber arms around your sticky bulk.

Hatboy: Your neoprene base bonds instantly with my surface.

Hatboy: Never to let go.

[[The view zooms in dramatically on the hat child, whose fists are clenched.]]

Hatboy: You are glue. I am rubber.

Hatboy: Staring at you with my dead, rubber eyes–

Hatboy:

Forever.

Kid A: Moooom!