Hi guys, I'm pretty new here and I just had this idea for a sketch during the middle of the night, it might be a pile of dog plops, but I just thought I'd see what you guys thought of it. It's a bit surreal, but hopefully it's somewhat funny.
FOUR YOUNG TEENAGERS, SEEMINGLY VOID OF ANY SIGNIFICANT EMOTION, ARE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES IN A RATHER DECORATIVE AND WELL KEPT LIVING ROOM.
JOE: God, I'm starving.
MARK: Yeah, me too. Do you guys fancy a curry or something?
JOE: Nah, we had one last Wednesday. Sick of curry.
LEE: What about some Chinese? I could go for some Sweet & Sour chicken.
JOE: Ugh, boring. That stuff doesn't fill you up, I'm famished here. I don't know. I want to try something a bit different.
LEE: There's a new Fish & Chip shop opened up down the road, we could go there?
JOE: No, their chips make me ill.
MARK: What about Greek?
JOE: Are you high?
ED: Oh. Drugs!
MARK: Drugs?
ED: Yeah, drugs. I know a place. Does the best drugs. Proper tasty drugs.
MARK: What are you on about? We're not getting drugs. We're talking about food.
ED: Yeah, drugs. Drugs is a food, you idiot. It goes in your mouth.
MARK: We're not getting drugs. I'm gonna order us a pizza.
JOE: (Licks Lips) Actually, I could go for some drugs.
MARK: What?!
JOE: I'm hungry! Ed, do they do smack?
ED: They do smack, they do weed, the whole shabang.
MARK: Smack? Do you even eat smack?
JOE: Tell you what, get me a carton of smack... and some... skunk?
ED: No worries. Do you want magic mushies with that, or...?
JOE: Yeah, pop a few on there.
ED: What about you, Lee. Drugs?
LEE: Well, yeah, I guess. I mean if every one else is.
ED: What do you want?
LEE: God, I haven't had drugs in ages, what do I want? I'll play it safe I think, just put me down for some Benylin and a few Lockets.
ED: Lightweight.
LEE: I used to have it when I was a kid, it's all I know!
JOE: How big are the smack packs?
ED: Pretty hefty.
JOE: Ok, Lee, you can share my smack pack.
MARK: Sorry, 'smack packs'? Is this actually what's happening?
ED: Looks like it. What, aren't you hungry?
MARK: Yes! But, this is ridiculous, I mean...
MOTHER: (off-screen) Are you boy's ordering food?
ED: (dejected) Yes, mum.
MOTHER: (off-screen) Well don't, I'm cooking you up some meth for your tea.
ED: (dejected) But we're hungry.
MOTHER: Well your dad's got some Psychoactive Toads in the fridge. You can have a lick on one. ONE, mind.
(PAUSE)
MARK: Ooh, you didn't tell me you had toads. Are they Japanese Psychoactive Toads?
ED: Mum, are they Japanese Psychoactive Toads?
MOTHER: (off-screen) Hungarian.
(PAUSE)
MARK: I'm down for a lick.