I think this is one the JunkMales would just lurve to do!
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INT. MASSAGE PARLOUR. COAL MINER IN PIT HELMET WALKS IN. THERE ARE A FEW WOMEN OF DIFFERENT AGES, SHAPES AND SIZES.
COAL MINER: (WELSH ACCENT)
Good afternoon ladies! I need to sink a shaft into some old slag!
THE WOMEN STARE BLANKLY.
YOUNG WOMAN:
We're closed.. funeral!
THE COAL MINER LOOKS AROUND UNTIL HIS EYES REST ON AN OLDER WOMAN WITH A GLASS OF WINE IN HER HAND.
COAL MINER: (SURPRISE)
Mom!
MOM: (SLIGHTLY INEBRIATED)
Son!
MOM:
Why are you dressed as a coal miner, son? You're an accountant ..and you're not Welsh..
COAL MINER: (SLIGHT INDIGNANCE, DROPS ACCENT)
Well listen to you.. pissed in a whore house!
MOM'S EYES WANDER OFF TO A COFFIN ON TRESSLES. THE HINGED COFFIN LID IS OPEN AND AN OLD MAN IS LAYED OUT IN IT.
COAL MINER: (LOOKS INTO COFFIN AND IS SHOCKED)
Dad!
COAL MINER: (TAKES PIT HELMET OFF, WELSH ACCENT)
Did he die yer?
MOM:
It's a long story… (LOOKS ADORINGLY) ..Son
COAL MINER:
I've got time… (LOOKS ADORINGLY) ..Mom
DAD: (SITS UP IN COFFIN)
That old bitch isn't your mam.. your mam is.. ..is ..is
DAD SINKS BACK INTO COFFIN SPLUTTERING.
MOM:
Don't listen to him he's.. ..he's ..he's
COAL MINER:
A Conservative?
MOM:
..NOT your dad..
DAD: (WELSH ACCENT)
Talked to death I was, son..
DAD PULLS COFFIN LID DOWN
MOM:
He shot my pimp, made me pregnant, raped your sister and stole all your grandmas ‘Green Shield Stamps'..
COAL MINER:
Bastard! I'll make him give them back!
DAD: (FROM INSIDE COFFIN)
That's a lie! I've got no stamps!
COAL MINER: (TRIES TO OPEN COFFIN LID)
Come out, you bastard!
A SAILOR WALKS INTO THE MASSAGE PARLOUR
MOM: (JAUNTILY)
Hello, sailor!
SAILOR: (SURPRISED)
Mom!
END
There's more somewhere, as yet, perhaps not surprisingly, unwritten down!