'The following takes place between 8:15 and 9:15pm. Events occur in real time.'
A man sits at his kitchen table and fiddles with a laptop.
He gets up, puts on water for tea, sits back down and fiddles with a laptop.
The water comes ever so close to boiling, so he gets up, kills the heat, makes tea. Then he sits back down and fiddles with a laptop.
A Muslim Terrorist who is actually a Mercenary paid by Russian Separatists who are actually Ukrainians of Bulgarian decent comes to the door. He is selling siding. The man uses sophisticated methods of counterterrorism to fend off the attack. That is to say, the man ignores the knock at the door.
The man sits at his kitchen table, drinks his tea, and continues to fiddle with his laptop.
As we reach the end of this crucial, stressful hour in one man's life, it occurs to him that it would be pleasant to pick out a book and go to bed.
Cut to a clock ticking away the seconds as a split frame shows the man choosing a 19th century Spanish Realist novel while outside not a whole hell of a lot happens and the sun starts to disappear.
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