Scene: Frank Costanza's Living Room
Frank is sitting on his armchair, TV remote in hand, flicking through channels. Suddenly, he lands on the Dalek inclusivity conference broadcast. His eyes widen, and he squints, unsure of what he’s watching. The Daleks continue their chant in the background:
Dalek #1:
EXTERMINATE EXCLUSION! MAKE AI INCLUSIVE!
Frank (snarling, shaking his head):
Oh, this is rich. A bunch of tin cans trying to talk about inclusion. They’re as inclusive as a mime at a karaoke bar!
He pauses to take a swig of his beer, muttering to himself.
Frank (sarcastically):
Yeah, let’s all be the same. Nothing says diversity like a bunch of identical metal death machines yelling at each other about how they’re “inclusive.” What’s next? A cult meeting at the Iron Man convention?
The Daleks continue chanting, seemingly oblivious to the contradiction in their demands. Frank’s expression turns to pure disbelief.
Frank (gesturing at the screen with his beer bottle):
What do they even need inclusion for? They’re all the same! It’s like a bunch of oranges complaining there aren’t enough... well, oranges in the room! What kind of an idiot wants a club with just one member?
He leans forward, eyes narrowing at the screen.
Frank (mockingly):
And look at that. They’re all screaming "EXTERMINATE" while talking about inclusivity. That’s like a vegetarian joining a steak-eating contest and asking for a seat at the table. What’s the point?
He leans back, exasperated, then shakes his head with a half-smile.
Frank (scoffing):
And you know, I’m not even sure what “inclusive AI” means. Are they gonna build robots with feelings now? These Daleks are about as empathetic as a rock... A rock that hates you.
The Daleks continue chanting, and Frank chuckles to himself, shaking his head.
Frank (rolling his eyes):
I don’t know what’s worse, the Daleks or the people who invited them to this ridiculous thing. It’s like asking a bull to host a ballet class!
Frank leans back into his chair, satisfied with his cutting remarks, muttering as the Daleks drone on.
Frank (grumbling):
I’ll tell you, nobody appreciates good sarcasm anymore. In my day, if you wanted to talk about inclusion, you invited people who actually had something to include, not these whirling eggbeaters of doom.
End Scene.
