A MAN HAS JUST DROPPED HIS CAR OFF AT A GARAGE.HE IS TALKING TO A MECHANIC
MAN
So you'll take good care of her, bloody MOTS.
MECHANIC
We'll do our best, now could you come through here.
THEY ENTER AN OFFICE AND SIT ON OPPOSITE SIDES OF A DESK
MECHANIC
Now Mr Jones, it's time for your MOQ.
MAN
MOQ, whats that?
MECHANIC
Oh new thing from the gouvernment, we check out how serviceable your life is, Ministry of Quality of Life. Every one has one, it's an MOT for people.
MAN
That's ridiculous, I won't its.....
MECHANIC
It's the law sir. Now you've been eating a lot of junk food haven't you? Your gaseous emissions are 23% higher than EU acceptable limits.
MAN
This is foolishness, why you're just like a....
MECHANIC
I'm sorry sir, you really shouldn't make that joke. Your sense of humour is already a source of social pollution.
MAN
Oh dear God, this is really happening, how bad is it.
MECHANIC
Your dress sense hasn't been updated since the 70s, according to your wife your genitalia is not fit for purpose, and your body odour is beyond being fitted with a catalytic converter. You've failed your MOQ.
MAN
Oh crikey, what happens now?
MECHANIC
Well like a car, we can always sell the spare parts.
A COUPLE OF BLOOD STAINED ORDERLIES DRAG THE SOBBING MAN AWAY.
A MAN WALKS IN WITH WHAT ARE OBVIOUSLY WOMEN'S LEGS.
MECHANIC
Sorry Mr Smith, it would appear you're a cut and shut.