We see an upmarket patisserie.
We then see a skinhead with tattoos all down his neck he is standing in a crouch with both his hands on the top of the glass counter perusing the display.
As he does so he drums his fingers on the glass top, much to the annoyance of the outrageously French looking shopkeeper.
CUSTOMER
"Is that a custard slice?"
SHOPKEEPER
"That sir is a 'Tompuce' it is of Dutch origin however it is thought to have Belgian influence"
CUSTOMER
"So has it got custard in or what?"
SHOPKEEPER
"No sir it does not contain custard!"
CUSTOMER
"Do you have anything with custard in?"
SHOPKEEPER
"We have a selection of cakes that have been infused with a handmade custard like substance created by manually whisking cream that was gathered at dusk, that's then mixed with same day fresh Madagascan vanilla pods that are plucked by left handed virgins, however they are very expensive"
CUSTOMER
"How much are they?"
SHOPKEEPER
"Forty five pounds each sir"
CUSTOMER
"Forty five quid! For a f**king custard slice, what are you smoking?"
SHOPKEEPER
"Perhaps sir would be better going for something within his price range"
CUSTOMER
"What have you got for three quid?"
SHOPKEEPER
"You could have the leg off one of our Gingerbread men"
CUSTOMER
"Three f**king quid for one f**king gingerbread leg!"
SHOPKEEPER
"It has a marshmallow sock on it"
CUSTOMER
"Go on then"
