checking who has the most shares after an argument. realizes it is none of them. it's jared. they own 75% of the company. they don't know how
"So, who is Jared?" Marshall asks, rain and wind buffeting his umbrella as he stands in the NYC streets.
MC and D enter Jared house fucking freaked out
empty main hall. ascend staircase. they find jared, sitting on a single couch in a bare room, with only an oven and a microwave plugged in. he wears nothing more than sweatpants, a tank top, and he stares, chewing an onion. There is a closet as well, only of tank tops and sweat pants. There is a single onion in the closet. It is pristine. Not rotted, only dusty
they try to speak with jared. he doesn't respond. he only steps to his microwave, pulls out a microwaved onion, and chews it in front of them.
they leave. he goes to the oven. he opens it and opens a microwave inside of it, pulling out another microwaved onion.
end