Charlotte |
Hello.
I have got a new political belief that I would like you to know
about and then believe in too. |
Skinhead |
Do
fuck off, love. I am hiding in these disabled toilets from the
people who killed me three years ago.. |
Charlotte |
You
are a ghost? |
Skinhead |
Yes
I am a ghost. It is fun sometimes, scaring people and that, but
I cannot wipe my arse after I shit, as my hand just goes
straight through myself. |
Charlotte |
That's
not true. I have seen films about ghosts, including the film
Ghost, and they can touch
themselves. |
Skinhead |
True.
And we also don't eat anything, so why would we ever need to
shit? |
Charlotte |
However,
attention has been brought to your bottom. |
Skinhead |
Good. I have a great ass.
In life, you could crush coal between my ass-buttocks.
I am falling in love with you from across the grave. |
Charlotte |
I
love you too, although I am only eight years old. So,
about my political belief. It says that all the money in the
world should be melted down in a big pot and split equally
amongst my friends. |
Skinhead |
Is
it a metaphor? As I foresee problems with a literal
interpretation. |
Charlotte |
I
don't know. Frankly I don't really care anymore. I'm more into
vegetarianism, and Buddhism. Everybody likes Buddhists. |
Skinhead |
Fuck
off! |
Charlotte |
Why
has your forehead gone so creased and your voice wave pattern so
pointy? |
Skinhead |
Sorry,
I was just defending myself from all the pain that falling in
love with you would inevitably cause. |
Charlotte |
Kiss
me, you dopey pair of cotton socks. |
Skinhead |
I
can't. That is kind of the whole problem. |
Charlotte |
You
could if I killed myself! |
Skinhead |
Yes!
Kill yourself and we will live together forever in these
disabled toilets! |
Charlotte |
Well,
not
if you put it like that, you smelly tramp. Bye! |
Skinhead |
Cheerio! |