A curtain opens. In the middle of the stage, two wooden marionettes stand face to face under a spotlight.
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Zelenskyy
Why did you hit me?
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Putin
You made me do it.
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Zelenskyy
What? How?
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Putin
You pulled my strings.
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Zelenskyy
I didnʼt touch your strings.
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Putin
You accuse me of lying?
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An unseen force raises Putinʼs arm up, then swings it down hard, knocking Zelenskyyʼs arm out of its socket.
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Zelenskyy
(winces)
Ah! Look what you just did!
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Putin
Sorry, youʼve been disarmed… but I had no choice, you see.
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Zelenskyy
Stop acting like the victim here!
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Putin
(laughs)
Acting! Iʼm sure you know much about that.
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Zelenskyy
I used to be a performer, but those days are far behind me. Now, I take matters very seriously!
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As if by magic, a new wooden arm whisks into the scene and attaches to Zelenskyy’s shoulder socket.
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Putin
I see youʼve been re-armed.
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Zelenskyy
I have friends in high places who can supply me with unlimited arms.