[image description: medium shot of the living room in which rudy and zenith are arguing. the walls and carpet are grey, the window frames black. against the far wall, under the window, there’s a beat-up maroon colored sofa, and beside that, a soma audio geek tower stereo system. an old-fashioned cathode ray tube television set stands facing the sofa. beside it rudy stands with his arms crossed, defensively. “i don’t know what you’re talkin’ bout, love,” he insists. “you’re always fucking accusing me!” zenith, seen from behind, throws her arms wide in frustration. “because you’re always taking my shit, goddamit! i’m fucking sick of it!”]
