Hello, yes, please stop the bus. Now we just want this couple out of the vehicle, and you can go. Yes you, mister, mind coming along with us? And do get your missus too. Here, easy does it. Down the steps, nicely. Good. Into that car, please. Okay, bus-driver, you go along. Good bye!...
Don't worry guys, we'll just take you to a nice little farmhouse. All expenses paid, promise!...
Neat motorbike, officer. Why don't you ride it down the road a little and jump off it? That'll make it look as if our man here was riding it. Yeah yeah, I know I am smart. Now get along with it... Well done! Okay my man, showtime! You mind lying down on the road as if it was you who fell off the bike? No? No problem. Hey guys, our man has stagefright! Shouldn't you all help him? Just push him on to the middle of the road, next to the bike... Perfect. Now we can fire!...
Boys, how does the thought of a bonfire on a November night sound? Nice, eh? Madam, how about accompanying us? No, we couldn't really have the bonfire without you. You're the fuel, you know?! Truth be told, I'm really sad about your hubby. But he got swayed by Foreign Hands and plotted to kill our dear CM! Pardon? Who am I? Just a loyal cop, madam... AbNQ
2 comments:
Novel treatment, again!
However, the content is perhaps not as moving as some of your other pieces
totally stylish macha! I've blogrolled you on the Synapse blog.
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