INT: KITCHEN. TWO TODDLERS - DALE & CARL - SITTING AT THE TABLE:
MOTHER - (Sweetly) What do you want for breakfast, Carl?
CARL - (Surly): I'll have effing Wheatabix.
MOTHER goes balistic: FX. sounds of a Carl being beaten sensless and hurled
out into the garden.
MOTHER - (Sweetly) What would you like for breakfast, Dale?
DALE - (Fearfully) I sure as hell don't want no effing wheatabix.