Generally, it's about two (one-ish) friend(s) contemplating their existence as, well, "LEGO." The entire script was written in Celtx, but I have pasted it here for your convenience.

If there are grammatical, spelling or any issues with the script...let me know!
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Home sweet home

We see a bedroom, with a man sleeping on his bed. He tosses a bit, then gets up. The man [Hank] yawns as he lifts himself of the bed, he begins walking downstairs, and continues towards the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen he pulls out a coffee mug, fills it up with coffee from the coffee maker. He casually takes several sips, looks around, and continues towards the dining room.

Once sitting down, he picks up a newspaper, reads a bit, sips his coffee, then throws the paper to the side. He puts his coffee down, and goes over to his couch. He sits down, and as soon as he does the doorbell rings, and he gets up to answer the door.

Warm welcomes

At the door is Hanks best friend, Tony.

HANK

Good Morning, Tony!

TONY

Good Morning!

HANK

What brings you here?

TONY

There is something to discuss.

HANK

Well come on in, Coffee?

TONY

I'll pass.

Tony walks in and sits down. Hank sits down and leans in.

HANK

So...what's going on?

TONY

It's a matter of this state that we're in.

HANK

Which is...?

TONY

It seems as if every move we make is preset, as if whatever we do, is almost, "scripted" in a way. As if we're...Animated!

HANK

Animated?! That's preposterous, we're beings in a simple world, there's no one pulling the strings.

TONY

I can prove it.

HANK

How?

TONY

I believe I know the writers motives! I can guarantee you that that cup-

He points at the very mug that Hank was drinking out of,

TONY

-will do something...odd.

They both look at the cup. As it comes into focus, it begins to shake, and eventually begins to "flicker."

HANK

Now that's not normal.

TONY

Exactly, our existence is predetermined. I bet you one of these days, you'll open the door, and see yourself on the other side!

HANK

That's just being plain paranoid. Or idiotic.

There's a knock at the door, and Hank goes to open the door, on the other side is himself, both Hanks pause, and the original Hank slams the door, and walks back.

TONY

Who was that?

HANK

Some guy stalking others.

TONY

What?

HANK

Uh...Nothing...

Here's to you

Tony and Hank are in a library, and Tony continues to persist on his new findings.

TONY

I'm tellin' ya. There's something else at work here! Judging by the writers personality, this fate we're bound to has a twisted, odd ending.

HANK

This is because of all those Mento's you had yesterday.

TONY

No it's not, it's because I talked to this guy and-

HANK

And now! Listening to Gypsy's are you?

TONY

No, no, no! It's not that. It's-

HANK

You need to see a professional. Or at least get some sleep.

Hank walks away, leaving Tony to ponder. Tony looks at the camera:

TONY

Darn you, you sadistic writer!

EXISTENCE

Hank gets into bed, and looks at his nightstand, and the cup suddenly appears. Then we see the exterior of his home, and there he is standing outside, trying the door. The door is locked.

HANK

I can't believe I locked myself out.

Then we see Hanks Bed. Which is empty.