(John Mozeliak sits at his desk. There's a KNOCK.)
John Mozeliak: Come in.
(Enter Albert Pujols, with a big friendly smile.)
Albert Pujols: Heyyyyyyyyy, buddy! How's it going?
Mozeliak: Just fine, Albert.
Pujols: Cool. Cool. (Beat.) Liiiiiiiisten. That offer you made, back in February--
Pujols: No. I didn't think so. Okay. Cool. Thanks.
(Pujols limps off.)
Flourish. Exeunt. Curtain.
(And yes, I know he'll be fine, and have a great year, and all that. But he's hurt, and he's turning 46 next January.)