INTERIOR: A RETAIL EMPORIUM OF INDETERMINATE COMMERCE. BEHIND THE COUNTER STANDS A SIKH MALE IN A TURBAN. A GLAMOROUS FEMALE TORY M.P. ENTERS, CARRYING A SMALL RABBIT HUTCH.
SIKH: And a very jolly good day to you, Sir!
MP: Sir? How very dare you! Can't you see that I'm a LADY?
SIKH: I'm sorry - I have a cold. So.. how may I be being of helping to you, Madam?
MP: (Holds up hutch) I purchased this here tortoise from this very same establishment not 25 years ago..
SIKH: Ah yes! The Pomeranian Wormwood. Beautiful shell, innit? So.. what would be seeming to be being the trouble?
MP: But I came in here for some cheese! And you sold me this dead reptile!
SIKH: Oh no, Madam - he's not dead - he's hibernating.
MP: Hibernating? For 25 years?
SIKH: He's pining for the Maghreb!
ARTHUR PILCHARD ENTERS AND DESPATCHES THE PAIR TO THE NEXT LIFE.
VO: What a senseless waste of human effort..
