EXT. NORTH POLE.
THREE EXPLORERS ARE MANHAULING A SLED. SUDDENLY THEY STOP, AND THE LEADER BEGINS PUNCHING THE AIR AND DANCING A LITTLE JIG.
LEADER
Yessss! You beauty! Come to Daddy! We've done it boys, we've only f**king well f**king done it! The first bloody men to walk all the f**king way from the South Pole to the c**ting North Pole. Wahoo! Go us!
THE FIRST OF HIS COMPANIONS SHAKES HIM BY THE HAND.
FIRST COMPANION
You must be very proud, sir.
LEADER
Oh, what's the bloody point? The only reason we're the first is because no-one else would put such godawful effort into something so bloody futile. I'm such a total failure.
FIRST COMPANION
But sir..
THE SECOND COMPANION, PUTS HIS ARM AROUND THE FIRST COMPANION'S SHOULDER AND LEADS HIM AWAY.
SECOND COMPANION
Don't.
FIRST COMPANION
But I don't understand...
LEADER
(JUMPING UP AND DOWN) Hey lads - what do you say we carry on, all the way back to the South Pole, three hundred sixty degrees??!! Come on!!
SECOND COMPANION
It's okay. He's a bipolar explorer.
LEADER
(HEAD IN HANDS) Oh God, I've wasted my life.
END.