Velocity Equals Position Over Time

Script that needs to be ten pages by Tuesday.

Day one.

(The stage is dark, the curtains drawn. Occupying a sizeable portion of the central seats in the audience are a group of people wearing tuxedos, white gloves, and white coverings over the entirety of their heads. Each holds a large jar full of green liquid and a brain. They never acknowledge the audience, staring straight ahead and occaisonally shining lasers on the brains. Soon the lights go dim, and a mighty, terrible storm of classical music and chanting rages through the house, growing more thunderous and epic with each moment. The curtains rise, like a god gingerly unfurling his fingers from a newborn world. The stage is completely blank except for a table covered with plates of half-eaten watermelon. The music fades to a backgound level to accomadate a voice equally as thunderous and epic.)

VOICE: It was 4,000 years in the future. Man and machine had finally found peace after the 5,000 year long War where Man and Machine had warred for thousands of years. Their peace was uneasy until they were united by the coming of the Keatonians, who bestowed upon the war-torn earth the Brain Walkers, who-
(A few stagehands approach from the side, trying to head inconspicuously toward the table to remove it.)
VOICE: Spies!
(A roped sandbag falls from the ceiling, blocking the stagehands, who run away.The rope is pulled back up into the ceilling. The voice waits just long enough to make it as awkward as possible.)
VOICE: Who with the power of Keatonium brought man and machine into a deep sleep where they entered The Sleepening and battled in the Psychic wars against the Dream Tyrant and his legions of-
(The stagehands approach the table again, noticeablely more spooked than last time.)
VOICE:BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
(The pieces of watermelon float off of the table and toward the stagehands. One of them is too slow, and the watermelon pieces are upon him, causing him to burst into flames. He pauses contemplatively.)
VOICE: And thus were video games invented.
(The voice pauses. The man is still ablaze.)
VOICE: You.
MAN: Huh?
VOICE: Clear this table away.
MAN: You want-
(The sandbag falls on his head. He explodes into flaming meat chunks.)
VOICE: But all was not well. For the time wars soon erupted after the Tyrant of Flesh was freed from his crystalline ruby prison on the Second Crimson Moon, and he scattered all the video games throughout the time streams, knowing one would have to create the ultimate game to unite them once more.
(The other stagehands come onstage and start cleaning up the meat chunks.
VOICE: That time has come.