Monday 22 January 2007

Doctor, doctor

INT. DOCTORS OFFICE.

THE DOCTOR IS SAT AT HIS DESK.

THE DOOR OPENS AND SANTA ENTERS, HOLDING HIS CROTCH.

CLEARLY IN GREAT PAIN AND STILL GRIPPING HIS GENITALS, SANTA STAGGERS TO THE CHAIR BY THE DOCTOR AND PAINFULLY SITS.

DOCTOR:
What seems to be the problem?

SANTA:
I think I've pulled a cracker.

DOCTOR: (UNIMPRESSED)
Get out.

FADE OUT.

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