LIVING ROOM – NIGHT YOU sit on the couch, watching TV when DAD (early 40s, bloated belly exposed through a rolled-up shirt) stumbles into the room. His face is flushed, and he reeks of alcohol, swaying unsteadily.

DAD (slurring, looking down at his bloated belly) You think you can talk back to me? Look at this… (he pats his stomach, making it jiggle with each movement) Look at what I’ve earned.

His movements are slow, each step awkward as he shifts uncomfortably, trying to adjust his shirt and pants to deal with his swollen gut.

He stumbles forward, his bloated belly bouncing slightly with each step. He stares down at you with a drunken glare, his face red and angry.

DAD (voice dripping with malice) I’ve been working all day… Look at this—(gesturing to his stomach)—this is all because of me, not you.

He lets out a sharp laugh, clearly too drunk to control his anger. His belly heaves with each breath, pushing out even more as he sways unsteadily.