INT. DARKENED ROOM – DAY
DAVID SITS BEFORE A HYPNOTIST, WHO SWINGS A POCKET WATCH.
HYPNOTIST:
Your trigger word for the day is… "Hi".
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EXT. STREET – DAY
DAVID STROLLS ALONG TO A JAUNTY TUNE. A CRIPPLED OLD WOMAN APPROACHES HIM.
OLD WOMAN:
Hi, David.
DAVID KICKS HER CRUTCH OUT FROM UNDER HER AND CARRIES ON WITH A WHISTLE.
A VICAR PASSES BY.
VICAR:
Hi, David.
DAVID TAKES A RUNNING LEAP AT HIM, FLOORING THE VICAR WITH AN ELBOW TO THE FACE. HE MAKES OFF, HUMMING.
A MOTHER PUSHING A PRAM PASSES BY.
MOTHER:
David; hi!
DAVID PLUCKS HER BABY FROM THE PRAM AND TOE PUNTS IT INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC, STROLLING AWAY WITH AN EXTRA SPRING IN HIS STEP.
A TEENAGE LAD APPROACHES.
TEENAGER:
David! Check it out, I got an iPhone! It's got iTunes, GPS and a camera! It holds sixteen gigs of photos and look, when you turn it over the picture flips to correct itself!
DAVID:
Say, is that picture low definition?
TEENAGER:
No, it's high.
DAVID PICKS HIM UP, DROPS HIM HEADFIRST INTO A BIN AND CHAINSAWS HIS LEGS OFF.
