“Oooh, Ambassador. You are really spoiling us, with all these movie screenings.”
“I couldn’t resist, darlinks. Dis is von of my favourites. Please. Take a seat.”
“psst. Who’s that funny looking man in the corner?”
“Which one?”
“Guy on the left.”
Your left, or his left?”
“THE left, silly. My left, as I look at him (sheesh, can’t wait for the movie to start (munches gloomily on a Ferrero Rocher, after unwrapping in pocket).”
“Oh, that’s Louis.”
“Oh. The other guy?”
“Just some guy.”
“Oh. Shush, it’s starting.”
“Good God. Are they still here?” (wading through the sea of Ferrero Rocher gold paper strewn about the polished floors)
“I’m afraid so, Ambassador.”
“At least tell them to close the ads windows if they are going to watch a second movie. You can skip the ads, you know, and it plays fine.” (steps around shambolic after party human debris)
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