A YOUNG COUPLE ENTER A HIGH STREET JEWELLERS SHOP
MR. HINKLE:
Good afternoon what can I do to assist?
BRIONY:
Can I try on the white gold ring with the single stone, E4145 in the window?
MR. HINKLE:
Right away madam.
MR HINKLE RETRIEVES ITEM
DARYL:
Let’s go to Argos it’s cheaper.
MR HINKLE:
I assure you sir that we at Hinkle, Winkle and Cock are the finest purveyors of reconditioned jewellery in town.
PLACING RING ON BRIONYS FINGER.
BRIONY:
It’s a bit loose. Have you anything similar but a bit smaller?
MR. HINKLE:
You’re in luck, just in this morning.
PULLS OUT A SEVERED HAND, STRUGGLES TO GET RING OFF A FINGER WITH PLIERS. HANDS BLOODY RING TO BRIONY WHO PUTS IT ON.
BRIONY:
Oooh its lovely. How much?
MR. HINKLE:
Seven hundred and fifty pounds.
DARYL:
(Open mouthed) You must be joking, I’m having nothing to do with that. You’re f**king sick both of you.
BRIONY:
Don’t be such a baby.
HANDS RING BACK.
He’s probably right though. Do you have any nice necklaces for less than two hundred?
MR. HINKLE:
Of course we do.
PULLS OUT A SEVERED HEAD AND NECK STILL WEARING A GOLD CHAIN.
Yours for one-hundred and seventy five pounds.
DARYL:
That’s much better.