I’m writing a play about food products in a fridge.

There’s Sandwich, who believes in one true creator.

Butter, who wants to be a part of Sandwich.

Tomato, who also would like to be a part of Sandwich, but really just wants to decompose so her seeds may grow.

Water, who hopes he is disposed of properly so he can be reincarnated.

And the mysterious Leftovers, who doesn’t believe in anything any more.

Then there’s The Hand who periodically visits the fridge and removes a little bit or all of a food product. And his Cell Phone that he accidentily leaves in the fridge on Tuesday.