INT. DAY. PUB.
MAN WALKS UP TO THE BAR.
MAN:
Usual please Dave... what the f**k.. 'ere Dave, who's that weird looking bloke in the corner?
CAMERA PANS TO MAN DRESSED IN BRIGHT GREEN WITH A GOLDFISH BOWL ON HIS HEAD SITTING ON HIS OWN.
LANDLORD:
Oh, that's the supreme being, he comes in here now and again, nice bloke, quiet, never any hassle out of him and he's a clever c**t too.
MAN:
The supreme being? Are you pulling my leg? He's dressed in green with a f**king glass bowl over his nut.
LANDLORD:
Well, what do you expect an all knowing uber human to look like? And let me tell you something mate, that c**t makes Stephen Hawking look like Peter Andre.
MAN:
Serious? How smart is he then Dave?
LANDLORD:
He's that bleeding clever, he can predict what you're next drink is before you've even ordered it.
MAN:
Ok, I'll bet you a fiver he can't.
LANDLORD:
Goody gumdrops, you're on. (PAUSE) Oi Pete, all conquering brain machine, come over 'ere a minute.
THE SUPREME BEING COMES TO THE BAR.
SUPREME BEING:
Jack Daniels and coke.
MAN:
No, you're wrong my next drink was gonna be a pint of light ale.
SUPREME BEING:
No, you chump. I ordered a JD and coke for myself. You're gonna order a pint of light ale next.
LANDLORD:
That's a fiver you clown, ha, ha.
MAN:
But, but.
