A swamp. A tree. Evening.
Estragon: Where’s Danny?
Vladimir: Where’s Willie?
Estragon: Maybe Willie’s with Tyrone.
Vladimir: Danny shot Tyrone.
Estragon: Oh, yeah.
I mean, technically the dialogue is more Abbott & Costello than Waiting for Godot, but you have to admit that if it’s possible to have a Theater of the Absurd action sequence that makes you question the existence of God and the fundamental moral nature of modern society, then this swamp stomp is about as absurd as it gets.