The argument with a chap who thinks everyone is a clock: Part 2

[John Smith settled into his armchair, thinking about the afternoon’s events. Scrimp has slouched off home after a brief argument and he felt that he was free of the dangerous lunatic forever. He jumps violently when his phone rings]

J.S.:…Hello?

Scrimp: Can you hear it, John?

J.S: What?

Scrimp: The ticking! The relentless ticking coming from you. I want to know the time… [whispers] do you know it?

J.S. [frightened] Please go away! If you want to know the time, look at a clock!

Scrimp [while giggling, creepily] They’re wrong, only you know the true time!

J.S. What the hell are you on about!

Scrimp: I own seven thousand clocks, and they’re all ticking and tocking constantly, tick, tock, can you hear them? They’re all ticking and tocking, and they’re ALL LYING!

J.S. Fine, fine! Its 8:45 are you happy now!

Scrimp: I knew it! I knew you where a clock… but you’re still a liar, just like the rest of those three handed freaks! Are you a freak, too?

J.S. [voice breaking, slightly] What?

Scrimp: Do I need to teach you how to be normal?

[J.S. slams the phone down and goes to sleep; he is woken at 11:00pm by a loud rapping on the door]

Scrimp: Coo-ee, John, clock or whatever you call yourself! It’s 11:00pm, and I’m here to get the real time! Is it tea-time? Or bedtime? Or time for my psychiatric hearing? Only you know for sure!

J.S. [while searching for the shotgun under his bed] Probably the last one!

Scrimp: I knew it! You’re so knowledgeable, John. Let me in, so you can teach me other things!

[John hears his front door opening]

                             TO BE CONTINUED