[It's a lovely day in Mayfield-town, especially in the beautiful park-- except for one particular bench, which seems to be surrounded by a deep, penetrating sense of wrong. On this bench sits Vince, dressed in his
punk outfit. He's chatting with a local crow, apparently gossiping about people as they walk by.]
Ha, yeah, she's such a slag, right?
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G'day, convict! [in what might be the worst mock Australian accent ever done]
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[Pauses at that, looking surprised.] The hell'd you just call me, mate?
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just chillin' the park as cool people might do okay no he just has nowhere better to go] Oh, Vince. Hullo.
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completely ignoring him]
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[waving]
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Just gonna look at that instead of at England]
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So she's watching you carefully, quietly, not saying anything just yet.]
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a ham sandwich
aw yeah. evil.]
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[She approaches, and curtsy.]
Vince. Good to see you.
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[Alarm bells should be going off right about now...]
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