F/X A boat cuts through water complete with several male grunts.
NARRATOR And so, in the year of our Lord, A.D 793, Eric the Red and his band of hardy warriors beached on the East coast of England. The Vikings had landed; and the shape of human history had changed forever.
(Beat)
ERIC (camp) Coo-eee?
(Beat)
LEIF (camp) Oh no! Eric! Where are the welcome party?
ERIC Sorry, dear. I thought...I mean, I sent Big Dave ahead, but..ah, here comes the little queen now.
DAVE Darlings! (Blows air kisses) You made it. Ooh, Eric, your ship gets longer every time I see you, lucky.
ERIC Big Dave? Where's the party we sent you to organise?
DAVE Yeah, about that...
ERIC You've been gossiping, haven't you?
DAVE Little bit. I've started a few rumours like. They weren't bothered you see, that we were coming like. They thought you were a bit, well, camp.
LEIF I say.
ERIC So...?
DAVE So...they don't anymore. I took care of it. I've sent word that you're fearless warriors, with beards that could scour cliffs, and you're here to rape, pillage and....
ERIC What?
LEIF What?
(Beat)
DAVE It's the rape bit, isn't it?
ERIC Well yes.
DAVE It just slipped out.
LEIF Aha.
DAVE There was the pillage.
LEIF But you said that after the rape
ERIC People are still going to be thinking of the rape, Dave.
LEIF Nothing is likely to stop a welcome party quicker than finding a bunch of rapists fingering your vol-au-vents.
DAVE Fine, alright, I'll tell them you're not rapists then. Happy?
LEIF Well it's too late now, isn't it?
ERIC I wish we'd discussed this Dave, I'd prefer a camp image to this. We're going to have to think of a way to repair the damage.
F/X A large crate is heaved in
MAN Delivery!
LEIF Oh God.
ERIC What are those?
DAVE Right. I've bought some hats…