RHETA sits alone absorbing the sound of approaching sirens. The blaring sound has no recognizable pattern or consistent volume. RHETA is not afraid. She is preoccupied with her race car set and internalized sense of inferiority. HANDLATCH approaches, unnerved by the sirens. Despite his fear, he is visibly aware that his arms are not the same length. It is either the end of the world or an extra terrible weekend.
When we can no longer trust inflatable mallets, cheap plastic planes, or even the length ratio of our own arms, how is one meant to maintain a stable sense of self? This ten-minute play explores this and many other absurd questions that nobody struggles with on a daily basis. Join Handlatch and Rheta as they explore their lack of value as characters and their inescapable responsibility to please an audience desperate for meaning.