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Limey Lang
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My first movie script:
ACT 1
The scene is pitch black. Slowly as the audiences eyes adjust, little flickers of light creep out showing the outline of a person; Slowly, the figure begins to walk, the floorboards creaking with every step. We the hear the stop-start motion of what is obviously a tape recorder........
It's track 12 from the Motion Picture Soundtrack, Pulp Fiction:
"Bring out the Gimp."
"The Gimp's sleeping."
"Well, I guess you'll just wake 'em up now, won't you?"
*Music kicks in*
Suddenly a light, hanging low from the ceiling is switched on, and the shadowy figure is revealed to the audience - Completely encased in leather, looking like a cross between a biker Jacques Cousteau and a gay Cenobite from the movie, Hellraiser - the figure squeals delightfully.
We hear a muffled whimper, the camera pans round to reveal bound boxer Danny Williams, tied to a chair, bloodied but not mentally beaten - yet. "Humdilla!" shouts the defiant Brixton Bomber.
Another ominous cackle fills the air.
Suddenly a voice, much posher sounding than expected begins to speak, "My poor Danny" the figure says as a long leather fingers plays with Danny's big soft lower lip, "Mmmm..... so moist. I do love you, Danny".
"Get orf, ya crazy fruit!" says Danny.
The figure replies, "Oh I'll be getting off, don't you worry." Suddenly, Danny's big black scrotum is fondled mercilessly by the leathery fiend.
"Ow, me knackers! I'll bleedin' 'ave yer."
"No, I'll be having you, Danny. And I'd stop pretending if I were you - there really is no point. You may have overcome Marl Potter with just one arm, but as you can see, you're all tied up without the use of either arm....... I'm afraid for you, the only 'overcoming' will be me coming all over your big Brixton arse after I give you a solid butt-****ing."
Methinks I'll finish the rest later.
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Tonight, I got 5 bottles of Asahi:
And, of course - 5 bottles of the glorious Budvar:
500ml bottles mind. None of this ***** shit.
Did set me back over 18 quid, but if you want quality, then you've got to stick yer 'and in yer pocket like.
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