Into the valley of death...
MAN WALKS ONSTAGE TALKING ON A MOBILE PHONE. HE IS CLEARLY AGITATED
MAN:
I know this is a bit tacky, doing it over the phone like this, but I think we need to split.
LISTENS BRIEFLY TO THE PHONE
MAN (CONT):
Look, lets not kid ourselves; your behaviour over the last few days has been appalling.
LISTENS BRIEFLY TO THE PHONE
MAN (CONT):
SARCASTICALLY) Yes, I know it's "that time of the month" but that doesn't excuse it. And it's not exactly a one-off is it? For a week every month you're a complete bitch.
LISTENS BRIEFLY TO THE PHONE
MAN (CONT):
No, I don't know what it's like for you, but it's pretty bloody for everyone else. And let's face it, when you're 'on' you take no pride in your appearance do you?
LISTENS BRIEFLY TO THE PHONE
MAN (CONT):
No. It's not 'perfectly normal'. And it's not just with me either. I couldn't believe how you bit Alan's head off last night.
LISTENS BRIEFLY TO THE PHONE
MAN (CONT):
But you know what, it's not even that that bothers me most. No, I can put up with the mood swings and the screaming. It's the blood that bothers me.
PAUSES FOR A BEAT
MAN (CONT):
I mean is that normal? The toilet is blocked for a week, and I'm forever mopping up after you.
LISTENS BRIEFLY TO THE PHONE
MAN (CONT):
What do you mean, unsympathetic? How many blokes have to change the sheets every bloody day? And I do mean bloody.
LISTENS BRIEFLY TO THE PHONE
MAN (CONT):
Look, if I'm honest, I don't think I even believe in this so-called "syndrome", I don't think most men do. I mean it's all a bit convenient isn't it? And there's no proper medical evidence is there?
WOMAN (V.O.):
Look, I assure you it's absolutely real.
SHE WALKS ONSTAGE WITH HER MOBILE, SHE IS A WEREWOLF