Three scientists \u2014 Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli \u2014 and their assistant Igor, who work at NASAL, begin to show an interest in creationism. Their superiors, concerned, send them to a psychologist, Professor Faggioli \u2014 a questionable character determined to get them fired by making them look insane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We\u2019re in Professor Faggioli\u2019s office, where Ravioli is undergoing an evaluation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ravioli is recounting when he started attending the \u201cAnonymous Fish Hiders\u201d meetings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Interior, NASAL office \u2014 Ravioli is still seated in front of Faggioli.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ravioli (with a faint smile):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“…In the end, I started going to the group. Every week. And… you know what? I felt good. Finally… understood.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Faggioli nods mechanically, already ready to take notes.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[FLASHBACK \u2014 Interior, meeting room, final session of the year.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moderator (enthusiastically):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Guys, to close out the year… let\u2019s have a dinner! An evening together!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Opera Singer (clapping hands):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Yes! But no fish, please!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Station Master (chuckling):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Agreed. A little trattoria! Fixed menu, good and cheap. I know the perfect place.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Everyone applauds.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[CUT \u2014 Exterior, evening. Flickering sign of a neighborhood trattoria. The group enters cheerfully.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[Interior, trattoria \u2014 Warm atmosphere, dim lighting. They sit at a long table, laughing and chatting.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[A waiter arrives with a tray, placing it down with flair.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Waiter (proudly):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Welcome! House specialty! Oven-baked fish with potatoes!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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[A massive golden sea bass is laid on the table, surrounded by steaming potatoes.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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[A frozen silence. Wide eyes. Half-open mouths. A fork clatters loudly.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[CUT \u2014 Exterior, night. Outside the trattoria, the group exits laughing, waving goodbye to the staff.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Station Master (shaking the waiter\u2019s hand):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Delicious! Outstanding!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Opera Singer (bowing):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Unforgettable!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[The staff goes back inside as the group walks toward the parking lot.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Igor (with a look of pure disdain):<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What a bitter surprise! A dinner for fish hiders… made of fish! More than bitter\u2026 it tasted like the sea!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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