| L- Oh right well......do you want some cheese Vomit? V- Yes but I thought we�d run out. L- Not anymore. (Lister fetches some cheese from the fridge and hands it to Vomit) V- It�s a bit......salty!(Vomit twigs where the cheese came from) Ahhhhh! Yuk!!!! How could you??? L- Anyway I better get dressed for bed (Lister winks at Vomit, Vomit shakes his head) (Lister returns sometimes later wearing the �thrill pants� designed to give people with no sex life great orgasms) L- Vomit, it�s the wrong trousers, the wrong trousers Vomit! Help me Vomit! I�ll give you a bone! (Naturally the doggy instinct in Vomit made his ears instantly prick up) V- Ok but only coz I like bones. (Vomit sets Lister free) L- Ok here we go. (Lister mounts Vomit and begins pumping) V- Ahhhhhh! What are YOU DOING!?!?!?! L- Giving you a bone, like I promised! V- YOU ARE SICK!!!!! (The curtain falls leaving Vomit walking out the door in his yellow raincoat with a scarf on a stick whilst Lister starts bashing his bishop) |