Let the mauling commence! Written for radio.
SCENE ONE:
Two heavy metal teenagers, JASON and DWEEZIL in the pub. JASON SOUNDS SENSIBLE, WHILST DWEEZIL IS A BIT OF A DIM BULB.
BACKGROUND NOISE: General pub sounds
JASON:
Alright Dweez?
DWEEZIL:
Hows it hangin' Jase?
JASON:
Cool, man. You hear that new Deathgrinder single yet?
DWEEZIL:
What, Ritual Devil Sacrifice? Yeah, it's well cool. Love the bit where they simulate dismembering a virgin in the middle.
JASON:
I heard, right, that they actually dismembered a real virgin in the studio. Now that's dedication to music, right?
DWEEZIL:
Spot on, mate. 'Ere, you want dedication, mate, guess what I'vegone and done.
JASON:
What?
DWEEZIL:
Get a load of this. Did it meself with a compass and an old ink cartridge. That's like they do it in prison, like. Hurts like buggery, mind, but that, my friend, is a real tattoo.
JASON:
It's very... nice, mate.
DWEEZIL:
Nice? It's rock hard that is mate. My parents are gonna go ape, man. I mean look at it - In league with Satan! They are gonna flip.
JASON:
Well, they might not.
DWEEZIL:
What do you mean? Course they will.
JASON:
Okay, they might if it actually did say In League With Satan,but as it actually says In League With Santa, I think they're more likely to be mildly amused. I mean, it's one thing to have an eighteen year old son who worships the Devil, but quite another to have one who not only still believes in Father Christmas, but has formed a partnership with him.
DWEEZIL:
...S.....A..... Oh bugger... Why didn't I notice that?
JASON:
It's because you're an idiot, Dweezil.
DWEEZIL:
Oh yeah, I forgot. What can I do?
JASON:
Well, you haven't any money, so surgery is out, as is getting a professional to go over it. I suggest adding a bit more. It won't be perfect, but it will get the message across, albeit a little sloppily...
SCENE TWO: In DWEEZIL's house, with JASON'S MUM. She is posh.
BGN: DOOR CLOSING
DWEEZIL:
Mum, I'm home!
DWEEZIL'S MUM:
Hello, sweetie. Oh my God! What on earth is that bleeding on your arm.
DWEEZIL:
It's my new tattoo. Cool eh?
DWEEZIL'S MUM:
What on earth does it say darling?
DWEEZIL:
It says Not In League With Santa, Actually In League With Satan. Bet you're well pissed off, eh?
DWEEZIL'S MUM:
Not at all. It's lovely. Now go and clean it up a bit, you're ruining your new shirt. The poor masturbating nun is getting bloodstains all over her wimple.
DWEEZIL:
Why aren't you annoyed? I'm a Satanist. I eat babies and stuff.
DWEEZIL'S MUM:
I'm sure it's just a phase, love. Now go on and have a good wash, there's a dear. If you do a good job I might just let you lick the cake bowl, okay?
DWEEZIL:
(Resigned and defeated) Yes Mum... Mum?
DWEEZIL'S MUM:
Yes dear?
DWEEZIL:
Do you think Dad will be annoyed?
DWEEZIL'S MUM:
I shouldn't think so dear. After all, he is the lead singer of Satans F**k Monkeys...