Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Indian Place


SCOTT:
So we're all going to die of the swine flu, eh?

KISH: What exactly are you picturing here?

SCOTT: Hm? Well, I imagine I wake up one morning and I've turned into a pig. Bob will break into the room. I'll try to say 'Bob! It's me!' but all that will come out is oinks. So Bob'll shoot me and turn me into bacon. It'll be very Kafkaesque.