BLOKE 1 AND BLOKE 2 ARE IN A HAT SHOP, BLOKE 1 IS MAKING A SANDWICH.
BLOKE1
Yummy a frazzles, and jam sandwich.
BLOKE2
You know the only thing thats distinctive about you is your enjoyment of unusual childlike snacks.
BLOKE1
C**ting bollocks.
BLOKE2
And your continual swearing. I really fancy Girly1, even though she has no definable character.
BLOKE1
Hmm I'm going to have a Battenberg cake sandwich, you f**king c**t.
BLOKE2
That's all you do, go on try and say something else.
BLOKE1
Rubbish, I can say what ever I like. I think fiscal policy is....
HE COLLAPSES TO THE FLOOR HIS EYES BLOODSHOT, AND HIS FACE BRIGHT RED AS HE STRAINS TERRIBLY.
BLOKE1
I'll have an Um Bungo, and Alphabetti spaghetti sandwich. Shitty, tit, wank. Oh my God it's true. It's like we're stuck in a horrible parralel universe where nothing ever happens, and it's not very funny.
HE SCREAMS AND GOES BERZERK RUNNING AROUND THE SHOP KNOCKING OVER HAT BOXES THEY'RE ALL EMPTY.
HE OPENS A DOOR TO THE OUTSIDE, THERE'S NOTHING ONLY WHITENESS.
Who would trap us in this joyless void? Hold me I'm scared.
HE FALLS TO THE GROUND SOBBING, BLOKE2 COMFORTS HIM
BLOKE2
I don't know, who would create a world as awful as this?
BLOKE1
Oh Bloke 1, Coco Pops with Banana flavoured milk, anal lingus.
So who am I?