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_(Rene (in a tiger mask), drinks wine from the box on the aft of the ship. It seems peaceful if cheaply decadent. Gene enters.) _

GENE: Is that supposed to be a joke?

RENE: I'm sure it is, but it never felt like it.

GENE: I mean your costume.

RENE: Let me guess, you don’t like tigers. It’s understandable. They’re number two on the big cat list. Everyone prefers lions.

GENE: What?

RENE: When April and I were little, we looked very, very alike. Because we're twins—if you couldn't tell—anyway, Dad used to make me wear this to tell us apart. So, no, it's not a joke. It's a tribute, it's why it never felt like a joke.

GENE: It's funny.

RENE: Really?

GENE: No, I mean, it's a funny tribute.

RENE: Thank you.

GENE: I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m Eugenio.

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