Two men are sat in a pub, one of them is wearing a jacket.
MAN 1
Look what I've got.
He pulls open his jacket to reveal a concealed knife.
MAN 2
What have you got that for?
MAN 1
It's a knife!
MAN 2
I can see that, it looks like a butter knife.
MAN 1
It is, it's for protection.
MAN 2
Against who, the Lurpak man?
MAN 1
No of course not. There's some funny buggers in here.
MAN 2
(Looking around)
Like who?
MAN 1
(gesturing to a man at the bar)
Like him over there.
MAN 2
What's he got, a spoon?
MAN 1
Don't be daft... He carries a potato peeler.
MAN 2
What's he gonna do, make me some chips?
MAN 1
Alright, what about him by the fruit machine?
MAN 2
What's he got, a whisk?
MAN 1
No actually. They call him the fire starter.
MAN 2
He's got one of those Creme brulee torches, hasn't he?
MAN 1
Yes, but he's very deadly at close range.
MAN 2
This is just silly. I don't think you need to carry that knife about...
THE PUB'S DOOR SWING OPEN, WESTERN SALOON STYLE.
MAN 1
Don't speak too soon.
IN WALK A SHADY MAN IN A TRENCH COAT, A COWBOY HAT CASTING A SHADOW HIDING HIS FACE.
MAN 1
Oh no...
MAN 2
Whose that?
MAN 1
You'll be sorry you didn't bring a weapon.
MAN 2
I could've bought a rolling pin but the missus is making pies today.
MAN 1
Mock all you want, but The Shredder has just walked in.
EVERYONE AROUND THE BAR SCATTERS TO MAKE WAY FOR THE SHREDDER.
MAN 2
What's he got, a cheese grater?
BARMAN
No Shredder, uhh, Mr Shredder... we don't want no trouble around here... please...
MAN 2
Hah!
SHREDDER HEARS HIM LAUGH AND SPINS AROUND. MAN 1 HANGS ONTO HIS BUTTER KNIFE.
SHREDDER
What you laughing a boy?
MAN 2
Who me? Nothing, my friend just told me a joke.
SHREDDER
You better watch yourself.
MAN 2
Or what, are you going to pastry brush me? Or bake me a cake?
SHREDDER PULLS A 3 PIN PLUG FROM HIS COAT AND HANDS IT TO THE BARMAN, WHO PLUGS IT IN BEHIND THE BAR. SHREDDER THEN PULLS OUT AN ELECTRIC CARVING KNIFE AND MENACINGLY FLICKS THE SWITCH.
NOTHING HAPPENS.
SHREDDER
(To the barman)
Did you switch it on?
BARMAN
Oh no, sorry.
HE SWITCHES IT ON AND THE KNIFE RIPS INTO ACTION. SHREDDER MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS MAN 2.
MAN 2
No come on, let's not do this.
SHREDDER
You know why they call me shredder?
HE LOOMS EVER CLOSER.
MAN 2
Because you look like a rat?
SHREDDER?
NO..No not anymore! Not it's because I like too do...
THE CARVERY KNIFE'S PLUG PULLS OUT OF THE SOCKET, CUTTING IT DEAD.
SHREDDER
Bloody thing... (To the Barman) Harry, have you got an extension lead?
BARMAN
Uhhh, no, sorry Keith. Dave only comes in on Tuesdays.
MAN 1
(To man 2)
He uses it like a whip.
MAN 2
(rolling his eyes)
Oh yeah.
SHREDDER
It looks like we'll have to dance again another time boy.
MAN 2
Can we make it Sunday? I'll be having beef here then.
SHREDDER
You had better be thankful this cable isn't 3 feet longer!
SHREDDER WALKS AWAY. EVERYONE GOES BACK TO THEIR DRINKS.
END.