INT. A SHOP. THE WALLS ARE COVERED WITH THE FLAGS OF THE WORLD. TWO MEN SIT BEHIND THE COUNTER.
MAN 1
I don't understand it. We should be fighting them off.
MAN 2
Fourty years. Fourty years since our last customer. Fourty long years. What we going to do?
MAN 1
Same thing we always do. We go to work.
THEY GATHER SOME FLAGS AND LEAVE THE SHOP.
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EXT. THE MOON. THEY ARE OUTSIDE THE SHOP.
MAN 1
Flags! Get ya flags 'ere!
MAN 2
Only a pound, stick em in the ground!
END.