EXT: MAN WEARING A RED NOSE IS CHAINED TO RAILINGS OUTSIDE THE BBC.
CARD HANGING ON HIS CHEST READS: HUMOUR STRIKE. I'VE LOST MY WILL TO LAUGH.
BYSTANDERS THROW PUNNY LINES AT HIM TO TEST HIS SPIRIT.
BYSTANDER 1: You look funny, to me, mate. I bet you're *gagging* for it.
BYSTANDER 2: Fed you too many straight lines, have they?
BYSTANDER 3 TO PREV BYSTANDER: Who pulled *your* chain?
THEY ALL LAUGH
BYSTANDER 1: You auditioning for the new James Bondage film?
BYSTANDER 5 to the other 4: It's pathetic wankers like you that drove him it.
BYSTANDER 1 - aggressively: You being funny?
BYSTANDER 4 - nonchalantly: If you can't spot it you ain't got it.
BYSTANDER 2 – aggressively: What's that s'posed to mean?
BYSTANDER 4 - nonchalantly: If you can't get it don't sweat it.
BYSTANDER 3 – very aggressively: Are you *looking* for it, mate?
BYSTANDER 4 – nonchalantly: No thanks, sweety. My sexlife's fine. I'm not
into gay, anyway.
THE HUMOUR STRIKER BEGINS TO SMILE
BYSTANDER 2 – fuming: You effing homophobes make me sick.
BYSTANDER 4 – nonchalantly: Don't eat us then.
THE HUMOUR STRIKER BEGINS TO GRIN
BYSTANDER 1 – screaming mad: You piss-taking ponce. I'm gonna kick yer teeth in?
HUMOUR STIKER STIFLES A LAUGH
BYSTANDER 4 – nonchalantly: You another chains and railing, case, are you?
HUMOUR STRIKER STARTS LAUGHING
BYSTANDERS 1,2 & 3 SET ABOUT BYSTANDER 4.
THE HUMOUR STRIKER'S LAUGHING HIS HEAD OFF
CUT TO THE THREE UNCONCIOUS ASSAILANTS DRAPED OVER THE RAILINGS.
BYSTANDER 4 UNCHAINING THE HUMOUR STRIKER WHO'S HELPLESS WITH LAUGHTER:
That's got you sorted. Come on, dad. Time to go home.