IL DITO (The moving finger)
by Fulvio Risuleo
RADIO: The day is very hot! 35 degrees in the shade. People are gasping, The city is muddle up. But now we continue our programming with a song piece by 'finger licking good'*
MAN: Fucking rats
MAN: I Kill everything
WOMAN: What is this music so loud?
MAN: I turn off
WOMAN: I took the beer. I'll call you at 8 o'clock. Do you know? I'm going a little moment to the bathroom. Oh my God!
MAN: What's happens?
WOMAN: All the towels on the
floor!
MAN: Yes, excuse me
WOMAN: Sure (ironically)
WOMAN: Yuck! I'll rest. Bye. 'til tonight!
RADIO: Enough! Enough! It would need a sprinkler, a powerful sprinkler fluid to put in the clouds. Then the rain dissolves everything! Houses, cars, roads and single fingers!
MAN: Finger?
MAN (reading): Product to dissolve all kinds of organic matter. Perfect!
GUY 1: What's happening here?
GUY 2: Halt. It comes from inside the house.
GUY 1: Of new citizen?
GUY 2 :I'm going to call to the
builder owner.
GUY 1 :No, call the police.
MAN: Dead and if you are not, you will be!
POLICE: What's happening here?
MAN: I had to do it, would have grown!
MAN: If I were you I would pee on the floor.
* An italian/spanish idiom: (This is said when something delicious, even music) |
