SCENE FOUR
LEAN BEAN'S DEATH BLOW

Swaying just slightly on his feet, LEAN BEAN holds the rock mindlessly in his hand, like a zombie. He stands as though through muscle memory, his eyes completely vacant.

In the dark of the night, his shape is a surreal mess of gore, and as PORKY's eyes adjust, it becomes clear that where MISTER MAN had struck him earlier is now a caved in, devastated mess of flesh, bone and hair.

Very, very slowly, LEAN BEAN tips forward, falling toward PORKY with no resistance, like a tree from it's roots.