EXT. DAY. UNKNOWN LOCATION.
CLOSE UP OF TWO MEN'S FACES.
NAYSAYER 1:
Master naysayer, would you look at that strumpet.
NAYSAYER 2:
Nay prospect, we don't look at strumpets, or rather, we don't ogle strumpets.
NAYSAYER 1:
This tavern, master naysayer, should we enter to imbibe ale?
NAYSAYER 2:
Nay, and another nay. Naysayers abstain from pleasures which could lead to fornication.
NAYSAYER 1:
This naysaying isn't much cop.
NAYSAYER 2:
Silence prospect, or I'll banish you to a dungeon.
NAYSAYER 1:
Dungeon? You're full of it, I'll stick your lute up your arse.
NAYSAYER 2: (shouting)
High treason! High treason! The prospect is launching a rebellion. Where's my pike?
PULL BACK TO REVEAL THEY ARE TWO ANGLERS SITTING AT A RIVER BED.
NAYSAYER 1:
There's no pike on this river you daft c**t.
NAYSAYER 2:
We've five hours to kill. Fancy a game of eye spy?
