Scene: I am walking south on Avenue A towards home, eating a delicious Crif Dog on a warm Saturday afternoon. (Try one wrapped in egg and bacon. MMmm.) There is some sort of festival going on in Tompkins Square Park.
Players: A gaggle of tan, healthy-looking men in tight clothing, with short-cropped hair. Clearly "artistic" with a love of working out, independent film, and visiting the city.
Dialogue: (Begin with exaggerated loud whispers, then full normal voice for a crowded street.)