The sun rises.
"I hate you."
"Yes. I think you mentioned that."
"Well I do. I hate you."
"Good to know." [pause] "How much?"
"How much what?"
"Do you hate me. How much do you hate me?"
"Oh." [pause] "Well I hate you a lot. I hate you more than I have hated anything in my life.
I hate you far more than anything I have seen. I hate you most out of all I have ever met."
"Not much then."
"I hate you with the power of the sun's pounding heat!
I hate you with the force of the crushing waves of an ocean falling on top of a foxbun!
I hate you with the burning of a fire destroying the swamp!"
"You think about me a lot then."
"What?" [pause] "No! I do not! Never, in fact. Never do I think of you."
"Right."
[pause]
"See you later."
"No you won't."
The sun sets.
"I love you."
"I know."
"You're supposed to say it back."
"I love me, too."
"You're terrible."
"But you love me."
"Motherfather knows why."
"It seems only fair that you should."
"Why?"
"Because I love you, too."
"That's nice." [pause] "Good night."
"Good night."
The sun rises.
"I hate you."