Here, for Traver's and Moi's benifit, is a segment of the script we're working on. I suggest ignoring it.

Lord & Rockwind

Scene I/One/1/IIIIV

(The Bar)

[Two waiter type people look on at Lord & Rockwind sitting at a chair, and steadily realising that they are gits.]
(Lord Et Rockwind are sitting at a table, discussing something. Two waiters are looking on.)
Jerry: Order Seven!
Waiter One: Ah, shut up Jerry. So, you coming to the Wilkinson's party, on the Saturday?
Waiter Two: Might do, yeah. Don't know either of them very well though.
W 1: That don't set you apart from no-one else. For a couple who holds a party every weekend, they're quite the recluses.
W 2: The Missus look's pretty damn hot in her dress though.
W 1: Yeah… (The two gaze wistfully into the middle distance)
VOICE OFFSTAGE: For god's sake, ORDER SEVEN!
W 1: Yeah, hang on Jerry, (Under breath) you git. (Carries food to order 7.) There you go sir, sorry about the wait.
Random Extra: It's fine.
W 1: So, what were we talking about again?
W 2: The party?
W 1: That's right. You say you were going?
W 2: I said I were 'bout it. That's the thing about those shindigs, really. They're a decent thing to do with your Saturday if there's nothing else to do, but if there's a half decent film on, forget it.
W 1: Actually, I quite enjoyed their last one.
W 2: Really? What happened then?
W1: I don't really remember, until I woke up the next day, handcuffed to their toilet with a traffic cone on my head.
W 2: That good, eh?
Jerry (Still Offstage): Order Twelve!
W 1: Yeah, keep your damn wig on! (To waiter 2) So, which table's number 12?
W 2: That'll be the one with the big sign saying 12.
W 1: (Stares over at table - Cuts to a shot of the occupants - Namely, Lord & Rockwind talking in what appears to be a menacing manner) Oh crap, are those guys what I think they are?
W 2: Yeah. I think they just might be men.
W 1: Close… Mercenaries? (Cuts to Rockwind's shirt, which declares "Mercenaries for Hire")
W 2: I should hope not. If they are, we should be extra careful around them. You know how those types get when you irritate them.
Jerry: (Now onstage) They might be a wee bit irritated if their food is late. Now get to it… Chaps. ON THE DOUBLE!
(Over with Lord and Rockwind - Waiter 2 is moving over to them, looking terrified)
Lord: So anyway, there he was. Diving all over the show, desperate to get away. So I pulled out my -
W 2: (Squeakily) Here's your meals … Sirs. Now I'll just… Uwah! (Runs back to the kitchen)
Lord: What was his problem? Anyway, as I was saying, I whipped out the fly swatter, and squished the little bugger. And that's how I dealt with that fly that got in!
Rockwind: Wow… You sure are one tough guy!
(Back to Waiters 1 and 2.)
W 1: So…how did it go?
W 2: Well, let's put it this way: I'm still able to talk to you, without the aid of a computer. I have all my limbs too.
W 1: Went well then.
W 2: I'm lucky to be alive. I just hope that we don't have to deal with these … Horrible people any more.
Lord: Can we get a re-fill please?
Waiters: (Squeakily) Shoot.
(Waiter 1 now walks back to them)
W 1: (He bows, humbly, and then) Your orders, sirs. Here you - (Trips up, and drenches a random Female Customer. He turns to Lord, and states) I'M SO SORRY SIRS! (Runs back into the kitchens, sobbing loudly)
Lord: I told you we should have gone to Panuchii's.