EVE: Oh, Adam?
ADAM: What is it, my wonderful wife?
EVE: You will never believe what I tasted today!
ADAM: Was it cow?
ADAM: Oh, because cow is delicious…
EVE: Guess again.
ADAM: It’s not another vegetable, is it?
EVE: Nope, it’s a fruit.
ADAM: Is it sweet?
EVE: Well… it’s sort of bittersweet.
ADAM: No clue, I give up.
EVE: I ate the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil!
ADAM: The F from the TOKOGAE?
EVE: I hate your acronyms. And why would you include letters for the little words—
ADAM: I figure maybe it will have enough vowels to make it a word.
EVE: Then you say “from the” at the start, after you use f from fruit?
ADAM: Wait, this is horrible.
EVE: It wasn’t that bad, actually. In fact, you—
ADAM: No, I mean… you are going to die.
ADAM: I forgot to mention, God told me if you eat from that tree, you will die before the sun sets. I have it all right here in this book I’m writing. Chapter 2, paragraph 17, “But of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.”
EVE: Wow, your writing is kind of… hokey.
ADAM: It’s a majestic, royal language. It is the parlance of kings.
EVE: It’s the parlance of putting me to sleep.
ADAM: Eve… you are going to die before the sun sets. [sigh] First Lilith, now this...
EVE: Wait, wait, wait, Lilith?
ADAM: She’s this other woman—
EVE: Other woman?
ADAM: She’s gone, God banished her to some island far away.
EVE: So I’m not your first?
ADAM: Well, technically, no—
EVE: Great. What else aren’t you telling me?
ADAM: Look, we’ll talk about this later… if there is a later.
EVE: Okay, okay… so, what do I do? Sacrifice a goat or something?
ADAM: I don’t know. I wouldn’t even know who to ask.
EVE: Well, we can’t ask God. That’ll blow our cover.
ADAM: Yeah, I guess not. Wait, our cover?
EVE: Yeah. Remember that gazpacho I made earlier?
ADAM: You didn’t…
EVE: Well look, I made a whole batch of it, I didn’t just make one serving for myself. What do you want me to have done, just throw it away afterwards?
EVE: What, am I supposed to do? Have Forbidden Fruit gazpacho every meal for like two and a half days in a row? It’s a chilled soup, Adam, you think that stays well in this tropical jungle climate?
ADAM: Which reminds me, how’d you get it chilled?
EVE: I trained the monkeys to go up to the mountains to get snow for me.
ADAM: You have apes schlepping snow for you?
EVE: Monkeys. The apes refuse to be trained. Lemurs, too. I’ve had some success with horses.
ADAM: Okay… let’s think of what to do…
(They sit in silence for a while.)
EVE: I think you should call seahorses something else. They don’t look anything like a horse.
ADAM: You should focus on figuring out how we’re going to live to see tonight.
EVE: You know, the male seahorse carries the baby during gestation.
ADAM: That’s great. What are we going to do?
EVE: No clue, but I know that worrying about it won’t help things.
ADAM: We might think of a solution—
EVE: We can just as easily think of a solution if we’re calm. Besides, this may be the last day of our lives. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
ADAM: I should erase those cave drawings of… you.
(Eve drags Adam to the ground and they make love for hours. The sun sets and they don’t even notice, laying in each others arms in the grass. The first stars become visible.)
ADAM: We’re still here.
ADAM: Maybe everything will be okay.
ADAM: I wonder why God would lie to me.
EVE: Maybe He didn’t want us to be as powerful as Him.
ADAM: Yeah but… I don’t feel any more powerful.
EVE: Well, what makes God so powerful?
ADAM: I don’t know. He was here before I showed up. I just assumed—
EVE: I know! He talked stuff into existence. Try that.
ADAM: I don’t know what He said. I think that’s part of it.
EVE: You didn’t hear what He said when He made me?
ADAM: I was asleep.
EVE: Speaking of sleep, I’m exhausted.
ADAM: I don’t get it. I trusted God. Why would He tell me eating the fruit would kill me?
ADAM: (gets up and walks away down a path in the garden) What if… God is not all powerful and all knowing? What if not everything I do is seen… what if I could get away with doing whatever I wanted?
STEVE: Hey hey hey!
ADAM: Oh, hi Steve.
STEVE: How are you doing on this fabulous evening?
ADAM: I’m alright I guess.
STEVE: You can’t fool me, you grumpy gus! Come on, tell Stevesy what’s eating at ya.
ADAM: That’s just it, eating. I ate from the Tree of Knowledge of—
STEVE: Oh honey, that’s the tree that gives you tons of erections. (looks down)
ADAM: Hmm… um, what are you looking at?
STEVE: Your package.
ADAM: My… (looks down) Oh. I was going to call it a penis.
STEVE: Whatever. Dick, cock, johnson, junk, crotch rocket, pork and beans, fireman, and my personal favorite, divining rod.
ADAM: I see. I’m beginning to see why God wears a robe…
STEVE: Don’t be a prude, Adam. Flaunt it while you got it. You aren’t going to be 90 forever. Someday, you’ll be a 900 and look back on these days and wonder why you didn’t take advantage. Use it before you lose it.
ADAM: Look, I don’t know what God told you, but He told me I am supposed to be with Eve.
STEVE: Well, sure, but you could have some Steve on the side. You’ve heard of Sodomy? Well, I’ll show you how to Gomorrah someone.
ADAM: Okay, I think I hear my wife snoring. I’ll see you later, Steve.
STEVE: Mmm, mmm, mmm, even better on the way out.
(Adam fashions a skirt of fig leaves, lays down next to his wife, and falls asleep)
EVE: Adam, get up, I hear God coming!
ADAM: Huh, what?
EVE: Wake up. What happened after I went to sleep, did you get caught in some branches?
ADAM: I saw Steve again.
EVE: Oh, I love Steve!
EVE: Oh, not like that. He’s just hilarious, I feel like I can be myself around him.
ADAM: Okay. Well, it turns out the fruit makes men… ready… ready for… sex.
EVE: When aren’t men ready for sex?
ADAM: No, I mean… (lifts his skirt)
EVE: Whoa. Is it supposed to be that swollen?
ADAM: I have no idea. Maybe you’re not supposed to make a soup from it!
ADAM: So, I’m wearing this to cover the evidence.
ADAM: You’re wearing one, too.
EVE: What? Why? It’s not like I have a raging boner.
ADAM: If it’s just me, it will look suspicious. If you do it too, maybe He won’t think anything is up.
(Eve fashions a skirt while Adam makes a top)
EVE: Whoa, what’s with the top?
ADAM: It will throw God off. You’ll have twice the coverage, so you’ll look the most suspicious. If God checks either of us for evidence, it will be you.
EVE: But… ohh, and He can’t tell with me.
ADAM: Exactly. Quick, I think I hear Him coming.
GOD: Adam? Eve? Is that you?
ADAM: Yes God, it’s us. So, I think I named pretty much everything.
GOD: I doubt it. There’s 1.3 million species of insects alone.
ADAM: Well… I guess I better get back out there…
GOD: Poor Noah… that ark will be crawling with… wait, Adam?
GOD: Why are you wearing clothing?
EVE: Steve thought they would look nice.
GOD: No. Adam, lift up your clothes.
ADAM: What about Eve? She has two pieces of clothing on!
GOD: Adam, I’m not going to ask you again.
ADAM: I don’t want to.
GOD: (sigh) I told you not to eat that fruit.
ADAM: Eve gave it to me!
EVE: Thanks for throwing me under the dinosaur, Adam.
ADAM: Oh please! You’re the whole reason we’re in this mess.
EVE: So it’s my fault you never told me eating that fruit would get us killed? And it didn’t, by the way.
ADAM: Yeah. God, why did You lie to me about—
GOD: Enough. Eve, child birth is a painful experience because your damn brains are so big. You’re both too smart for your own good. You have the most dangerous of knowledge: partial information. You don’t know enough to solve your own problems, but you know enough to get yourself into trouble.
ADAM: I don’t see what that has to do with anything.
GOD: Get out of the garden. I banish you forever. No longer will you receive the fruits of my labors.
ADAM: So, does this mean we’re out of the will?