Vladimir: You said he would be here?

Estragon: Of course, but where is here, right?

Vladimir: I thought here was over there under the tree.

Estragon: Ah, yes. The tree. Over there would be perfect for here. I think we should move over there why we wait.

(Vladimir and Estragon move over to the tree and sit down under it. A figure comes out from behind the tree in tattered clothing, while foaming out of the mouth.)

Vladimir: Good God! Estragon, get up! He’s sent a messenger!

(Zombie grabs Estragon, picks him up and throws him stage left.)

Vladimir: No! We’ve been waiting, and you’re not going to ruin this! (Vladimir spins in the air and kicks the zombie in the chest. An explosion of gunk splatters onto the stage. The zombie staggers backward.)

Zombie: (inaudible moans and groans).

Vladimir: Kiss my ass! (Vladimir runs over to Estragon, but the zombie follows. Vladimir does a front handspring, kicks the zombie back, and pulls a machete out of the bag he carries and cuts the zombie’s head off.)