depends how the script is written…

In the atrium of a former skyscraper in Manhattan, a shabby figure is banging on a microwave.

The flesh is falling off his face. He is 130 years old.

He had found a package of insta popcorn in the ruins. The ruins he orchestrated.

The microwave is plugged in; he just verified that.

He forgets power in the city has been gone since he was Mayor-Ceasar 40 years back.

He is Rudy Giuliani, a titan among… among… fuck. He can’t remember.

He swallows a gob of hair dye for sustenance.

It takes him three days to climb a flight of stairs and find…