Hello, now that things have calmed down and the rumoured trolls have vanished, I will put up another scene. Feedback, as always, welcome....
INT. JOKE SHOP – NIGHT
MULDOON is playing on a Pac Man arcade machine.
MULDOON:
Wacca Wacca you ghost c**ts!
SKIMMER enters.
MULDOON:
Wacca Wacca! Not on my clock. Yes, that's it - run for your lives you ghostly apparitions!
SKIMMER:
Slow down, you’re moving too fast. You’re letting the ghosts dictate your movements.
MULDOON:
And you care why exactly?
SKIMMER takes a moment and looks around the shop. The Simon Cowell cut-out has been decapitated.
SKIMMER:
That’ll be coming out of your wages.
MULDOON:
Oh yeah, and how are you going to do that if I insist you pay me in sandwiches this week?
SKIMMER:
They’ll be smaller sandwiches.
MULDOON:
But I haven’t specified what size slanger I want, so no matter how small you make the sandwich, you wont ever know if I wanted it that size anyway you daft cock.
SKIMMER:
Maybe I’ll…oh for God’s sake, this is daft in extremis! Is this because I went out for luncheon with Melanie?
MULDOON:
Who, the fart-perv?
SKIMMER:
Yes, I mean – no. I mean, yes I did go for lunch with her and that is to whom I am referring now.
MULDOON:
Mouthful! Jokes on you there mate. And she’s not even that fit.
SKIMMER:
You want a hug?
MULDOON:
Yes please.
MULDOON AND SKIMMER hug. MULDOON places a sticker on SKIMMER’s back that reads ‘Proper Shit at Pacman!’
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