Laundry room, full of moist and hot water; endless lines of fresh washing cut the place in to semi-real, multi-dimensional, foggy space.
7-year old boy, son on Frank
26-year old father of Charlie
23-year old mother of Charlie
19-year old girl, who married Frank 2 years ago
Mother of Margarine
"Let go of Charlie! The truth is, I've despised you since I discovered the truth about you, Frank and the Margarine!"
What do you mean? I haven't done anything.
Oh, don't pretend you're so innocent! You arranged that whole marriage between Frank and Margarine. How could you? You knew I loved him, you knew I would always be with him, if only...
If only you were let doing whatever you wanted. Like let this Elvis play for you every day. He's disgusting!
He's not! He's I'll, he has bulimia.
How could you know?
Because he told me! And because I saw him... He's not really Elvis, you see. He just pretends he's him. Apparently, there was a famous singer once, with that name. And many people aspire to act like him, and dress like him. It no one could sing like him, until this Elvis...
Anyway, he is fighting his illness, and failing.
What do you mean?
I saw him. At the ball, last year. The one with Frozen theme.
"It was carnage. An obese Elvis impersonator throwing up on 78 girls in Frozen costumes throwing up on an obese clown!"