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(A mound of clay stretches out into an arch. A cylinder of clay rolls over it.)
Clay: Woah-ho. Heh.
(The clay forms into a flat blob. Three ships fly out from behind it.)
Clay: Wha-? Huh? Oh, I get it. It’s the ships. Okay.
(A strange clay tree-like thing wanders past.)
Clay tree: *strange grumbling sounds*
Clay: What was that guy? I’m a find out.
(He forms into an arch and walks after it.)
Clay: All right. Man, this is all right. I could do this.
(He wanders across surreal clay landscapes, coming to a clay tree-like this with a red object wedged in it.)
Clay: Yeah, I could this- a hey? What is that?
(He stretches up to touch it.)
Clay: Wow. That’s cool. What if I just touch it- ah!
(As he touches it, the tree completely deflates into a small mound of slop.)
Clay: Oh, anybody see me? Nope, okay. Roll. Roll. Roll.
(He rolls into a cylinder and rolls away.)
(He comes to another surreal landscape and becomes an arch again.)
Clay: All right, what did I do? What did I do? What did I do? Wait, what do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Wait, will they recognize me?
(He transforms into a vaguely humanoid shape.)
Clay: What’s- yeah. Now nobody knows what I am.
(He wanders off, and comes across a plastic pig on a cliff.)
Clay: All right. I’m gonna make a friend! Hey, what’s up, pig? Um, uh, do you wanna hang out some-
(The pig turns and walks away with a loud flatus.)
Clay: Hu-I-uh- okay. That’s okay…
(He wanders off through more surreal landscapes, including a large gemstone.)
Clay: Don’t mind me, just gonna walk away. I don’t even know what you are.
(He comes to a path with a large arrow sign.)
Clay: Huh. Look at that! Yeah. I can do this! Let’s make this happen!
(He walks down the path. The original clay tree thing is back.)
Clay tree: *Strange grumbling sounds*
(It wanders off as the clay man walks down the path.)
Clay: All right! This is something I can really do. Let’s make this happen.
(He comes to a busy road. Ships are moving along the road.)
Clay: Look at all these little things! Look at them all go! I could-
(He steps into traffic and a pileup ensues.)
Clay: Whoah! Ack-uh-gya-okay, okay, run.
(He runs off and comes to a large box.)
Clay: Run. Run. Anybody see me? Anybody s- all right, good. Phew!
(The door of the box opens and the clay man enters.)
Clay: All right, I’ll see-
(He exits through the other side, much smaller. he speaks in a high pitched voice.)
Clay: What happens if I go insi- Uh-oh. What, what, I-kye- oh my go-aaaaah!
(He runs back into the box and exits back to normal.)
Clay: Ahhhh! Okay. All right. I get this game.
(He begins to wander off. The box door opens and he jumps through it.)
Clay: I’m just gonna let you think that I don’t- I, I’m gonna getcha!
(He exits the other side as something that vaguely resembles a Lovecraftian cosmic horror. After a few seconds of tendrils and shape-shifting and groaning, he reenters the box and exits normally.)
Clay: All right, let’s just never do that again.
(He wanders off through more surreal clay scenery.)
Clay: I can do that. How come everything around here seems to work? Do something fine, except me.
(The clay-tree thing is trying and failing to climb a ledge, ending up on its back like a turtle.)
Clay tree: *incomprehensible grumblings*
Clay: Oh, look at that! Hey there, you wanna-
(The clay tree quickly leaves.)
Clay: Look, I-I- okay. Nevermind.
(He begins to climb the ledge.)
Clay: I think I can make this happen.
(He reaches the top. There is a Plymouth Rock Studios stress rock at the top.)
Clay: All right. And I made it. That’s uh-
(“HOLLYWOOD EAST” is spelled out in large clay letters.)
Clay: So this is it! All right. All right!
(He touches a tree.)
Clay: If I touch you, I-
(The tree begins to flex.)
Clay: Hey, it didn’t break! Yeah, it’s all right!
(Blackness.)
Ryan: That’s the end!
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