Day 12 - Next Time on 'Flatmates'

"What the hell? Who has moved
this rubbish bag back into my room?"
          "It's high time he was given
          a DRIPFEED of his own MEDICINE."
(T. RUMMAGING, DESPERATE,
THROUGH THE SHALE OF JUNKMAIL)
     "We're getting out of here, baby.
     We're leaving."
"Was there any post for me?"
          "Will you do the dishes?"
          "Will you please do the dishes?"
          "Will you do the dishes before you go to bed?"
"Was there any post for me?"
          "We've got a big fucking blue bag
          for putting our plastics and paper in.
          If we can't recycle now -"
(CLOSE UP ON R., SLEEVES ROLLED,
SUCKING UPPER LIP)
          "- we deserve to BURN with the rest."

* CREDITS ROLL *