FADE IN:

EXT. FRANK'S STREET - NIGHT

Late at night, a young clean-cut man is walking down the street. His name is FRANK BREADSTICK. He is 22 years old, tall and thin, wearing a suit, and carrying a briefcase.

The street is lined with run down apartments, and dimly lit with a few street lamps. A couple of homeless people are seen sleeping on benches underneath layers of newspaper. FRANK has a smile on his face, a skip in his step, and a song in his heart.

FRANK
(singing vibrantly)
When the working day is done, oh girls, they wanna have fu-un, oh girls just wanna have fun...

FRANK passes a familiar man sleeping with his guitar, and drops a coin in his jar before bounding up the steps to his building's door.

EXT. FRANK'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

When FRANK enters his building, his demeanor changes noticeably. He is no longer smiling, and looks tired and a bit sad. He slowly walks up the stairs to his second floor apartment, drained of energy.

FRANK
(singing in a drained whisper)
I wanna be the one to walk in the sun, oh girls, they wanna have fu-un, oh girls just wanna have...that's all they really want...some fun...

INT. FRANK'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

FRANK puts his key in the lock and slowly opens the door, as if not to awaken someone. As he comes in, we see that the entire floor is covered by a layer of debris nearly two feet deep, so his efforts to be silent are futile.

The debris consists of 1.5 liter Smirnoff vodka bottles and 89 fl. oz. Simply Orange orange juice bottles. The ratio of orange juice bottles to vodka bottles is the golden ratio (1.618...).

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