CRISIS!!

A NERDY YOUNG MAN SITS AT A TABLE. HE IS OBVIOUSLY AGITATED. HE ATTEMPTS TO LIGHT A CIGARETTE TO CALM HIS NERVES AND FAILS BADLY (crumpling cigarette or perhaps lighting sleeve on fire, etc.).

MAN: God damn everything! My life is a mess! Why do I even bother to live anymore?!

WOMAN ENTERS. SHE RESEMBLES THE MAN BUT WEARS CONTRASTING COLORS.

WOMAN: Hello, Harry.

MAN IS INTRIGUED.

MAN: How did you know my name?

WOMAN: I am your anima: the shadowy feminine aspect of your unconscious. I know everything about you.

MAN IS NERVOUS.

MAN: Oh, hell...

WOMAN: I have come to help you. I know you're very unhappy, but I think if you let me into your life, you'll attain inner happiness, insight...enlightenment!

MAN: Do you have a match?

WOMAN: I don't smoke.

MAN: Figures.

MAN SHOOTS SELF.