Act two.

Yorrick strides down a crowded Sixth Street. His merry path to the Skin Street Sex Store.

Yorrick: Of joys like Goya's we could laughing brag
that here we now on sixth street go! Really,
I mean, who could've approved this mean street
mandate of midget feet eating concrete?

(Yorrick bumps into a crack dealer as he careens down the busy sidewalk.Pointing his finger at the man he bumped into.) You! Confound your rag-chains!

(Yorrick clutches his belly.)
Nauseousness! With the sloshing of my in-
side sausages I may begin tossing.
Oh but Yorrick, keep on still Yorrick. Must
your nose keep track of those two little bros.

(Yorrick rushedly continues on his way with head cast down to boots, leading him to knock into the side of a garbage can. Falling back from the impact, the 'door' to the can swings out, wacking him directly in the eyes.)

My sweet visions! Street where are you now? Aww�
Without the ability to see I
am rendered retarded puddle pee� Eeek!

(A cyclist runs across Yorrick's path.)

No longer panic, jump in can retreat!

(Yorrick clumsily climbs into the garbage can headfirst.)

Oooohhggg. Ni ni ni ni nin ni nioooo�

Alley kitty made dis shuttle stinky.

Shit. Peeuuu. Mmmmmmm. Now, now.

Calm Yorrick, balm your brain, you are not man in cave.
Wooosshh, deepness with you lung inflates, sshhooow. In here
we'll gestate like the oven apples your mom baked.

Ohhhhh.

My tummy tug o' war 2006.

(Yorrick burps mildly.)

Hee, hee, hee. My hands turn to madness as
they deftly do assess these divested
riches left in this mess I am stuck in�

Wondrous treasures! Spectacles fit for this
wee scientist, hm hm hm � and this cane!

(Yorrick climbs out of the garbage can, rolling onto the ground wearing the glasses he found and carrying a broken squeegee rod, his 'cane.')

Dy-na-mite! Returned to the light I have returned
to me, at last, my long lost spectacular sight!

With my enhancer-specs, rods and cones leap zones hence-
forth reserved for falcons flying 'bove human height!

(Yorrick gestures, on tippy-toe, with his 'cane' over his head, and, while doing so, trips over an open handbag that has spilled out of it a black lipstick.)

And this skull-knobbed cane that, like the umbrella for
penguin, shall be a most superior weapon!
� and to top it off, black lipstick for gothicness!

(Yorrick bends over to pick up the lipstick and smears it all over his face.)

(Yorrick looks at his cane and the 'skull knob' begins 'talking to him.')

'Son! Awake, adorn your cape, and now you're� Zalmon!'

(Yorrick pulls the garbage bag out of the can and pulls it over his shoulders, garbage spilling all over the sidewalk.)

Zalmon: Now, time for the trial of my new noir powers�
to the Skin Street Sex Store!

(Zalmon spins around and forges ahead to his destination.)

End of the Second Act.