Please, constructive comments are always welcome.
The Monster Diets Sketch
EXT. DARK STREET, NIGHTTIME
(A JOGGER is jogging, humming cheerfully to herself. Suddenly, a low growl is heard in the background. The JOGGER turns around to see a terrifying werewolf! She screams, then runs as fast as she can, running away from the werewolf. The JOGGER eventually reaches in front of her own home, opens the door, and closes it shut behind her. )
INT. LIVING ROOM, HOME
(The JOGGER pulls out her stopwatch.)
JOGGER
2 minutes and 34 seconds - no, I'm getting slower again. I must complain.
(She reaches for the telephone and dials a number. Split screen to reveal a call center operator on the other end.)
OPERATOR
Monster Diets plc, how may I help you?
JOGGER
I signed up for one of your "Monster Jogging Courses" two weeks ago.
OPERATOR
Yes, that's the one where we send a classical monster to chase you around so that you have a legitimate excuse to run around in circles and lose weight at the same time.
JOGGER
I know, I know that because I signed up for that. I signed up with a werewolf, but I must make an appointment with a different monster.
OPERATOR
We value your personal feedback; what seemed to be the problem with your werewolf?
JOGGER
One time I tripped over the pavement while jogging and a moment later he was humping my leg!
OPERATOR
That shouldn't have happened; we make sure our werewolves are fully housetrained.
JOGGER
Oh yes, and also fleas. He's got massive fleas.
OPERATOR
Thank you, we'll have a word with our resident veterinarian. Now, in return for your werewolf, would you be looking for a different kind of monster? Vampires are popular at the moment among our early-20s women customer base; I'm afraid they're not sparkly as modern literature might suggest, but they will either penalize you for slackness by losing your virginity.
JOGGER
I don't think it'll be very useful. I'm a single woman with a dead-end career, an image problem, and no possible future of a husband or lesbian wife.
OPERATOR
I beg your pardon?
JOGGER
I'm already f***ed!
OPERATOR
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. On the other hand, we do have a special offer for the next 3 months.
JOGGER
And which one is that?
OPERATOR
Then may I recommend the Politician Special. We send a shaggy-haired, inbred Tory MP with a major speech impediment on a bicycle and a crowbar around to get you properly running. In fact, why don't you look out the window right now, sir.
(The JOGGER looks out the window. BORIS JOHNSON is riding a bicycle, and swinging a crowbar at some girl thugs in the street.)
BORIS JOHNSON
Come back here, you oiks!
JOGGER
I think I'll take the Tory MP option, thank you.