(flipping the laptop toward them) This is it. The new familiar. No fangs. No soul. But it does have a 401(k).
A knock. The door creaks open.
NANDOR (40s, undying warrior) is stuck in the bathroom doorway, his battle pauldrons wedged firmly against the frame. Lo que Hacemos en las Sombras 6x1
(without looking up) That would be me. Welcome aboard. I’ve already flagged a dozen microaggressions in your onboarding packet. Let’s go over them. One by one. In reverse alphabetical order. (flipping the laptop toward them) This is it