The last sketch a posted garnered such an overwhelming response I just had to go for another...
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
Shying from the revelry of the party in the room next door, a smattering of people hang out and chat. JAKE, a jack-the-lad ambles up to TERRY, a gentle giant. Jake has SARAH, a pretty girl, on tow.
JAKE
Terry!
TERRY
(sighing) Hi, Jake.
JAKE
This is Sarah, the girl I was telling you about.
TERRY
Hi there.
They shake hands.
SARAH
Hello.
JAKE
Show her that thing you do, Terry.
TERRY
I don’t think so.
JAKE
Go on!
TERRY
Not tonight, eh?
JAKE
Come on, just do it.
TERRY
I was just about to go and mingle, mate.
JAKE
Show her the trick first.
Terry looks put out.
JAKE (to the Sarah)
He can make things explode. Just with his mind.
TERRY
He’s joking.
JAKE
Bollocks I am.
TERRY
He gets like this when he’s had a few.
JAKE
Just show her, will you? Here, do it with this potato.
SARAH
What is it, like a magic trick?
TERRY
Don’t listen to him, he’s playing up is all.
JAKE
I only want you to show her the thing.
TERRY
Can I get you some punch, Sarah?
JAKE
Don’t change the subject, do it!
SARAH
Yeah, show me!
JAKE
Show her!
TERRY
I DON’T WANT TO!
Sarah's head EXPLODES, showering them both in gore. Revellers SCREAM and flee. The boys look at each other, dumbstruck. Jake looks as though he’s about to up-chuck.
TERRY
(picking bits of brain out of his hair)
You know, it’s called a secret identity for a reason.