INT - Corner shop. A hunchback is buying cigarettes.
IGOR: ...and a pack of B&H please guv.
SHOPKEEPER HANDS HIM A PACK.
IGOR: No, not those ones, the ones with the picture of the diseased brain on please.
SHOPKEEPER: There you go sir.
CUT TO: INT - mad scientist's dungeon laboratory. He is standing over an operating table with pictures of manky body parts from cigarette packet warnings all stapled together. IGOR looks on.
SCIENTIST: Throw the switch Igor.
IGOR: Yeth Marthter.
IGOR THROWS A SWITCH. ALL SORTS OF ELECTRICAL SPARKS AND EVERYTHING.
SCIENTIST: It...is...ALIVE! MUAH-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA!!!
CUT TO: EXT - monster made of pictures standing outside holding a cigarette. Mob of villagers with pitchforks and flaming torches approaching castle.
MONSTER LOOKS UP AT ANGRY MOB. POINTS AT FLAMING TORCH.
MONSTER: 'Scuse me mate, have you got a light?