[Two people are sitting at a table]
Person 1: I'm beginning to question my faith
[A 16 tonne weight falls on the table]
Ninjo: Moo moo moo moo
Writer: Looks like you have the case of the disgruntled cow
Ninjo: Yessir!
Writer: You know, that's getting quite annoying
Ninjo: Want me to stop?
Writer: Please.
Ninjo: OK. (Stops)
Writer: You mean you controlled the disease?
Ninjo: No. My inner cow and me made a pact.
Writer: OK (goes about business)
Ninjo: My end of the deal is to kill you.
Writer: What? In the face?
Ninjo: In every face.
Writer: Well this is cliched.
[Writer is tied up on a pole with a pyre below him]
Writer: You know… you could have use you mad-as Ninja powers and moves and stuff.
[Ninjo looks confused, kneels down and cries]
Ninjo: Moo… I failed…moooooo!…
Writer: That's OK. At least you realised your wrongs.
Ninjo: Cow! I failed you! I couldn't even kill my best friend!
Writer: Well I suppose that changes much
Harold Holt: I'm glad I disappeared into water, not cow.
[back at their pad]
Writer: I think we've learned a lot today.
[no answer]
Writer: Like don't kill people cause a cow told you-
Ninjo: SILENCE, FOOL! IF you knew HALF of what the cow is able to philosophise and understand, you would be ruler of the universe combined!
[Writer looks scared]
Writer: You know…I think I might actually write something now.
[Pause]
[Sudden cut to black]
The End.
Alex (Snaykeemcgee).