INT. LIVING ROOM. A MAN (PETER) AND WOMAN (RACHEL) ARE SITTING ON A SOFA.
FX FART SOUND.
RACHEL:
For God sake Peter that's piggish, we've only been going out two weeks.
PETER:
It wasn't me Rachel.
RACHEL:
Of course it was you, it wasn't me, it must be you.
PETER:
No, it's Aubrey, he's a ghost and he suffers from excessive flatulence. He's been haunting and farting in this house since I moved in two years ago.
FX FART SOUND.
RACHEL:
Do you expect me to believe that?
PETER:
Ok, listen to where the next fart sound comes from.
FX FART SOUND.
PETER:
See... I mean... hear... it's from across the room.
RACHEL:
I get it now, you've got one of those joke thingys that fart when you press a button, let me see it.
PETER: (opening hands)
I don't, look... it's Aubrey I'm telling you.
FX FART SOUND.
RACHEL:
I'm a kinda scared, I'm going to leave.
PETER:
Ok, I was joking. I'm an arse ventriloquist and I can throw my farts, I'll do another one.
FX FART SOUND FOLLOWED BY A PLOP.
PETER:
Shit!
