Hi team,
Attached is a sketchette. I like the idea but not sure if my version works. Maybe I should lose one of Steven's examples..? You know, trim the bastard!
Any thoughtettes?
(A FUNERAL. STEVEN GETS UP TO DELIVER A EULOGY.)
Steven
We are here today to pay our last respects to Monty MacMinty Manty Moony Bottom (formally Paul Fosh). Whether you worked with Monty, socialised with him or have known him since childhood. You will at some point have been exposed to his sense of humour. A great lover of practical jokes and other humourous endeavours, Monty changed his name from Paul Fosh at the age of 19.
I shared an office with him for the last 6 months of his life and have noted a few of the special moments he made me share with him.
I remember on my first day in the office Monty put a bucket of stale sick above the door, as I walked through the doorway I heard a noise and looked up as the sick fell on my face. It went in my hair and my mouth.
Every month we'd always have 'Slap Monday'. Monty would administer an open handed slap every time he saw me. I would try and hide but he'd find me. He'd always find me...
He would put itching powder on the toilet roll in the office. I managed to get some lodged right up my sphincter on several occasions. It was like having ants living inside you.
He once smeared excrement all over my chair. I had a bad head cold and couldn't smell it. I sat there in that soiled chair for 4 hours before someone told me. My suit was ruined.
Finally, we move on to his passing. He was leaning out of the window trying to throw a balloon filled with rotting fish heads on my head. He lost his balance and fell 8 floors down. He was killed instantly, exploding on the pavement. The paramedics scooped him up and here he now lies, slopping around in that casket there.
I've spent the last few weeks in Ratigan's Centre for Nervous Disorders and I'm just here today to check that the bastard's actually dead.