[Motorbike Man is sitting on a bench while two baddies are in a branch above him]
DUDE1: So Motorbike Man's lounging on that bench down below. Any plans?
DUDE 2: I was thinking dropping down and hitting him.
DUDE 1: That's the stuff.
[they drop down]
BOTH: BANZAIIII
MOTORBIKE MAN: what's that
[Motorbike Man stands up, and the two stand in front of him]
DUDE2: We're sick of you even living, so we're going to kill you.
DUDE1: Yeah.
MOTORBIKE MAN: No chance of a vote or anything?
DUDE 2: Your humour makes me snore. AH KEEL Y--
[Motorbike Man lifts up Dude2 and throws him into a pond]
DUDE2: HELP HELP HELP CAN'T SWIM HELP HELP GLUB GLUB GLUB GLUG BLUGBGG
[Motorbike Man leans menacingly over Dude1]
DUDE1: No man, don't do it! Seriously, don't! Don't kill me!
MOTORBIKE MAN: Why not?
DUDE1: Because ...
[close-up of Dude1]
DUDE1: Death ... is a terrible thing. We may joke about it, and laugh as these people attempting to kill you lose their lives in comical fashions, but they are still experiencing the ultimate pain of all. Losing one's life.
[close-up of Motorbike Man]
MOTORBIKE MAN: You're right.
[shot of both]
DUDE1: So will you spare me?
[Motorbike Man crushes Dude1 with a car]
MOTORBIKE MAN: I'm afraid not.
DUDE1: You dick.
[end]