Ruskington Garden Centre
The sound of rustling foliage as a dishevelled Agatha enters from stage left.
Agatha: Sir; You have me come undone, I swoon away.More rustling sounds as Bruce enters stage left
Bruce (in an Australian accent): Aw; Come on Ags, show us your knickers!
Enter Rupert stage right drawing his sword.
Rupert: Fear not dear Agatha your Rupert is hear.
(turns to Bruce)
Rupert: Ah Ha you scurvy knave, have at you sir, I will run you through with my trusty foil. On guard sir.
(Bruce picks up a nearby pitchfork and plunges it deep into Ruperts chest)
Bruce: Aw pis off Rupert.
Rupert falls to ground while Bruce chases Agatha round the foliage.
Bruce: Aw, come on Ags, show us your knickers.
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