The B.A.N.G Gang — ACT 3: SCENE 3
The B.A.N.G. Gang, having narrowly escaped a herd of bulls, are rehashing the experience on the phone
ARON, a slow-moving fellow who likes to take life easy
BORUCH, trying to cope with a big sister who always knows better
NOSSON, clever and articulate, often talks in italics to make a point
GERSHON, creative and quick to think of new ideas
The B.A.N.G. Gang, having narrowly escaped a herd of bulls, are rehashing the experience on the phone.
GERSHON: Gosh, I thought I was a goner.
ARON: Me too. I’ve never run so fast in my life! It’ll take me a year to recover.
BORUCH: You know, when we leaped over the fence to get away, my pants tore at the knee. My big sister’s still going on about it: “Can’t you go for a simple walk without ruining your clothes, yada yada yada.”
NOSSON [sympathetically]: Ouch. Well, I didn’t rip my pants, but I’ve been reading up about traumatic experiences and stuff, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got PTSD.
ARON: Huh?
NOSSON: Post traumatic stress disorder. Soldiers get it sometimes, after fighting fierce battles, and they can have flashbacks for years afterward.
GERSHON: Well, if you ask me, the solution is to get straight back on the horse.
ARON: Horse? What horse?
GERSHON: See, if a person falls off a horse, they gotta get back on as quickly as possible, otherwise they might be scared off for life.
NOSSON: D’you mean we should go through that field of mad bulls again? There’s no way I’m doing that.
BORUCH and ARON: Same here!
GERSHON: [ soothingly] Chill, guys, that’s not what I meant. I was thinking more along the lines of going on another outing together. We’ll have a great time, and we’ll forget all about the bulls.
BORUCH: Hmm. What did you have in mind?
ARON: [sniggering] Got it! An outing to my favourite couch. With a detour for refreshments.
NOSSON: [ignoring him] I just thought of something. Why don’t we go boating?
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