Int. Office
A manager is putting a sheet up on a notice board. An office junior staggers in. The manager turns round.
Manager: You're late!
Junior: I had trouble with Colin again.
Manager: Oh of course! Colin the hobgoblin!
Junior: He's an orc.
Manager: Forgive me for confusing two imaginary creatures.
Junior: You shouldn't doubt him. He doesn't like being doubted.
Manager: Why is it he's after you?
Junior: I am the protector of seven sacred crystals.
Manager: How could I forget!
Junior: Seven crystals which will give him his full powers.
Manager: And where's he from?
Junior: The fourth dimension of Sneet.
Manager: And where are we located?
Junior: Holborn.
Manager: So how does he get here?
Junior: On his winged unicorn, Sir Henry.
Manager: Well I hope he paid his congestion charge.
Junior: He always honours his debts.
The manager shakes his head.
Junior: He came at me with hedgeclippers this morning.
Manager: What happened to his sacred staff?
Junior: I destroyed it with a tincture.
Manager: What a shame.
Junior: You're telling me! I got a bloody splinter from it!
Manager: This can't go on.
Junior: I'm not making it up.
The manager goes back to putting something up on the notice board.
Manager: You're a lazy young man.
An orc enters the room and creeps up behind the junior. The orc puts his hand over the juniors mouth and drags him out.
Manager: I expect you'll be sneaking off for a fag break next. Hm? Hmm?
The manager turns round and shakes his head.
Manager: Unbelievable.
ENDS
I loved this skit! Great stuff Winterlight.