Humanoid Tripods as roommates

It's nighttime. The power has gone out in the whole building. Beco (19) is trying to fix the fuse with a flashlight clenched in his teeth. Ludy (16) sits on the couch with her phone almost dead. Larry (18) watches, "helping" from behind. Gorey (20) sits in the darkest corner of the room, eating something no one saw her bring in.

Ludy: Beco, my phone's at 3%. If it dies and I lose my match, I swear I'll cry.

Beco: (without taking the flashlight out of his mouth) Mmf— give me a second, Ludy

Larry: I think it's the old fuse in the hallway. Let me give it a zap with the shooter, two seconds and it'll

Beco: (pulling the flashlight out) NO. Last time you said "two seconds" we lost the microwave.

Larry: That was different! The microwave was already cursed before that.

Gorey: (from the darkness, not looking up) The microwave wasn't cursed. You just fried it.

Larry: Nobody asked you, Gorey!

Gorey: Nobody ever asks me. And I'm still always right.

Ludy: (looking toward the corner) Cousin, can you actually see anything over there, or do you really just not care about sitting in total darkness?

Gorey: I see perfectly fine. You're the ones who need light for everything.

Beco: (sighing, going back to the fuse) I could fix this faster if someone held the flashlight instead of arguing.

Ludy: I'd help but I need both hands to protect what's left of my battery

Larry: I got you, bro. (walks over, trips over something in the dark) Who left this here?

Gorey: That's mine. Don't touch it.

Larry: What is it?

Gorey: You don't want to know.

Beco: (from the floor, resigned) Please don't tell me there's something alive in my living room again.

Gorey: It's not alive anymore.

Ludy: (shouting) GOREY!

Beco: (eyes closed, taking a deep breath) ...Just fix the light. Please. Anyone. Now.
Suddenly, a spark — Larry connected something he shouldn't have.

Larry: Oh, there we go, almost—!

The entire building goes completely dark, hallways included.

Beco: …Larry.

Larry: Sorry :<