>>83237257Title: Fax Troubles at Cover Corporation: A Manzai Act
[Scene: Two members of the Cover Corporation Fax-Machine Division stand in an office cluttered with fax machines. The boke, Sato, is holding a stack of papers, while the tsukkomi, Tanaka, is busy with a fax machine. Both are wearing business attire with badges that say "Cover Corporation." The stage is set to look like a chaotic office with a mix of modern and outdated technology.]
Sato (Boke): Hey, Tanaka-san! I just got the latest request from the Hololive talents. We need to get permission to stream the new Galactic Tofu Warriors game.
Tanaka (Tsukkomi): Galactic Tofu Warriors? (pauses) Wait, didn’t we just get permission for Space Basedbean Showdown last week? What’s with these space food games?
Sato: (excited) Yeah, but this one’s different! The tofu has lasers! And… I think it talks too.
Tanaka: (sighs) Of course it does. And how are we getting this permission? (gestures towards the fax machine) The usual?
Sato: (nodding) Yep! Just like we’ve always done it—via fax!
Tanaka: (incredulous) Sato, this is the year 2024! Who still uses fax machines?
Sato: (cheerful) We do! We’re the Fax-Machine Division, after all!
Tanaka: (deadpan) You do realize that’s not a good thing, right? We could just send an email or—gasp—use a phone!
Sato: (confused) A phone? Tanaka-san, we’re not cavemen! Besides, the fax machine has charm. It’s like sending a love letter!
Tanaka: (sarcastic) Yeah, nothing says "I love you" like the screech of a dial-up connection.
Sato: (proudly) Exactly! Plus, it’s got that mystery! Will the paper jam? Will the toner run out? Will the fax even go through? It’s like a game of chance!
Tanaka: (frustrated) If I wanted to gamble, I’d go to Vegas, not work in the fax department! (sighs) Alright, let’s send this thing. Where’s the number?
Sato: (fumbling through papers) Uh, let’s see… Oh, here it is! (reads) "Please fax all requests to 1-800… Are you serious?!"
Tanaka: What now?
Sato: (laughing) It’s in Morse code!
Tanaka: (facepalms) Why is it in Morse code?!
Sato: (innocent) Maybe they think it’s more secure?
Tanaka: (sarcastic) Oh, sure. Next, we’ll be sending requests via carrier pigeon!
Sato: (genuinely excited) That’s a great idea! Imagine a whole squadron of pigeons with little Hololive merch, flying to game companies all over the world!
Tanaka: (groans) Focus, Sato! How are we supposed to decode this?
Sato: (bright idea) I’ve got it! I’ll just tap it out on the fax machine keys! (starts tapping randomly on the fax machine)
Tanaka: (panicking) Stop! You’re going to break it! This is the last working machine we’ve got!
Sato: (looks serious) Don’t worry, Tanaka-san. This is how our ancestors sent their first livestream requests!
Tanaka: (disbelieving) Our ancestors? The Hololive division is barely a few years old!
Sato: (dramatic) Then it’s up to us to carry on their legacy!
Tanaka: (sighs, resigned) Fine, fine. Let’s just send this thing before I lose my sanity.
Sato: (excited) Alright, here goes! (pushes the button)
[The fax machine starts whirring loudly, shaking the desk.]
Tanaka: (concerned) Why is it making that noise?
Sato: (whispering) It’s communicating… with the other side!
Tanaka: (sarcastic) The other side of the office, maybe! (the noise gets louder, and the lights flicker) What’s happening?!
Sato: (panicking) I think… I think I sent the fax to the CEO by mistake!
Tanaka: (freaking out) You what?!
Sato: (nervous) It’s fine! He’ll probably just think it’s a really enthusiastic fan letter!
Tanaka: (facepalming) Or he’ll think we’re playing Galactic Tofu Warriors in real life!
[Suddenly, the fax machine spits out a reply. Sato grabs it eagerly.]
Sato: (reading aloud) "Permission granted. Please stop faxing us. Sincerely, the Galactic Tofu Warriors team."
Tanaka: (relieved) Thank goodness. We actually got it!
Sato: (grinning) See, Tanaka-san? I told you the fax machine never fails!
Tanaka: (sighs) Yeah, yeah. But next time, we’re using email. I’m not risking another heart attack over a talking tofu game.
Sato: (teasing) You just don’t appreciate the art of faxing, Tanaka-san. It’s like haiku—short, mysterious, and makes no sense to anyone under 30!
Tanaka: (sighs) And with that, I think I need a coffee… and maybe a new job.
[Both walk off the stage, with Sato cheerfully whistling a fax machine jingle, while Tanaka looks exhausted.]
[End Scene]
