INT: The living room in a small apartment. Several men in their early twenties, are lounging around. Most are drinking lager/beer from bottles or cans, one or two are smoking. They all drink in silence and look extremely bored as a middle aged black man in a waistcoat and bowler hat tap-dances enthusiastically in the centre of the room, to music being played on a little ghetto blaster by his feet. His frantic jazz hands and beaming smile does nothing to lighten the mood.
Eventually one guest turns to the host who is on the phone.
Guest: (Impatiently)Have you got through yet?
HOST: No, I'm still.......Oh hi, I'm calling about the lap-dancer I ordered.
THE END.
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