EXT. JUNGLE CLEARING. DAY.
A GUERRILLA SOLDIER IS MEETING WITH AN ARMS DEALER. THEY ARE STANDING NEXT TO A LARGE TRUCK FILLED WITH CRATES.
SOLDIER:
We are glad to do business with you. Did you bring my men their new toys? They are hoping to play very soon.
DEALER:
It's all here, everything you asked for. But before we do business let me show my latest product.
THE DEALER SIGNALS TO TWO MEN WHO BRING OVER A CRATE AND OPEN IT. INSIDE LAYS AN EXOCET MISSILE.
SOLDIER:
It is an Exocet.
DEALER:
No no. This is an Exocet Hot.
SOLDIER:
Napalm? I like it. I will take five of them.
DEALER:
No I mean it's a spicy Exocet. Blended with aromatic spices and fresh green chilli then baked in a clay oven.
SOLDIER:
Hmmmm.
THE SOLDIER WALKS OVER TO SOME COMRADES, THEY TALK A LITTLE THEN HE RETURNS TO THE DEALER.
SOLDIER (CONT'D):
It's not like, hot hot is it?
DEALER:
No it's not Hot hot, just a little tang, it's nice.
SOLDIER:
Good. I hate it when it's too hot you know? Ok we do the deal.
DEALER:
Good. Excellent.
THE SOLDIER HANDS THE DEALER A BRIEFCASE.
DEALER (CONT'D):
No need to count it right? OK see you in a month's time.
SOMEONE COMES UP AND WHISPERS IN THE SOLDIERS EAR.
SOLDIER:
Wait. Before you go, there is one thing. These AK47s, can we have them in those little plastic boxes? Then we can wash them and use them to microwave our baked beans in.
END.