Hotairius Macfertilizer Reporter. Has a big plastic smile and plastic hair like many
of the “genuine” news media types. Also has a big annoying microphone he is fond
of shoving into subject’s/victim’s faces.
John (or Jan) Microthought Your typical man or woman on the street (or behind the picket fence). Hasn’t thought anything through for a long time. Not stupid, just doesn’t use what they have because they are content to let the culture or media do their thinking for them.
Act one, Scene one
There is a four foot high fence along the front of the stage. The characters are behind it. As the trap door “opens” they simply drop down behind the fence. Jan/John Microthought is seen walking along behind the fence from stage left. As he/she approaches midstage, Hotairius Mcfertilizer suddenly pops up from behind the fence and shoves the microphone into Microthought’s face.
Hotairius Mcfertilizer: (smiling plasticly) Excuse me sir or madam, Do you believe in trap doors?
(there is a sound of a trap door slamming open and Mcfertilizer cries out and drops out of sight behind the fence.)
John/Jan Microthought: (Looks down the trap door that Mcfertilizer has just fallen through) No I don’t!
(John/Jan Microthought then blithely walks forward a step and then falls with a cry through the trap door.)