There’s more to life than sitting in a park drinking beer.
Says who?
Says I. Just look around, Jack: what do you see?
A bunch of twats?
The man with a dog: what’s he thinking?
I can’t feed my dog so he’ll eat me.
Your view is jaundiced.
The wide-faced twit on stilts will get his stilt stuck in a
drain and fall on his tit.
What makes you so angry?
People saying ‘there’s more to life than sitting in a park
drinking beer’.
Okay, do want another one then?
Does the Pope wear Speedos?
I don’t know what you mean by that.
Please yourself.
Promise you’ll lighten up when I get back?
Pinkie promise. Now, piss off and get the beers.
When Arnold is gone, Jack’s heart suddenly bursts and tiny
splinters pour out and scatter onto the ground.
When Arnold returns he finds his friend lying on the ground
Jack is speaking softly and Arnold bends close to hear what he’s
saying: I see it now, lovely birds, lovely people, lovely friends!
And then he’s gone.
The night falls onto the park. Arnold drinks both beers, and
then lights a bunch of splinters to find his way home.
