depends how the script is written...
In the atrium of a former skyscraper in Manhattan, a shabby figure is banging on a microwave.
The flesh is falling off his face. He is 130 years old.
He had found a package of insta popcorn in the ruins. The ruins he orchestrated.
The microwave is plugged in; he just verified that.
He forgets power in the city has been gone since he was Mayor-Ceasar 40 years back.
He is Rudy Giuliani, a titan among... among... fuck. He can't remember.
He swallows a gob of hair dye for sustenance.
It takes him three days to climb a flight of stairs and find...
depends how the script is written...
In the atrium of a former skyscraper in Manhattan, a shabby figure is banging on a microwave.
The flesh is falling off his face. He is 130 years old.
He had found a package of insta popcorn in the ruins. The ruins he orchestrated.
The microwave is plugged in; he just verified that.
He forgets power in the city has been gone since he was Mayor-Ceasar 40 years back.
He is Rudy Giuliani, a titan among... among... fuck. He can't remember.
He swallows a gob of hair dye for sustenance.
It takes him three days to climb a flight of stairs and find...