A disheveled, sparsely furnished living room.
Estragon, sitting on a worn out sofa, is holding a game controller and staring at a large-screen TV.
Vladimir enters with a pizza, sits down on a worn out chair.
ESTRAGON: (still staring at screen) Tell Godot that the pizza's here.
VLADIMIR: (takes out phone and starts texting, the phone chirps) He's going to be late.
ESTRAGON: (still staring at screen) Good. I'll eat his then.