The sound of bullets swept through the room, then faded just as quickly, as a wiry man, breathing heavily, slammed the door behind him.
"Still bad out there?," a voice inquired.
"Same as ever," the wiry man responded.
"Still losing?," asked another.
"What do you think?"
"Speaking of which, Jesse over there is really onto something," said another, pointing to a long-haired, Jesus-looking dude furiously painting the tanks, state mercenaries, and trampled babies just outside the door. "He seems to get it slightly better than the rest of us."
"So when are we going out there? What's the plan?," implored another, clearly a newcomer.
[Laughter. End scene.]