Acids, Bases & Salts

 A sequel to Cards

“Today we will read the mysterious case of Dr. Acid and Mr. Base. As so and so newspapers and critics have termed it to be ‘The heartbroken kid’s guide to acids, bases and salts’, here it is for you to find out in a sickening and severely engrossing tale of again adjective bullshit-fancy-noun, adjective bullshit-fancy-noun, adjective bullshit-fancy-noun; oh fuck you!”

Cut.

You’re supposed to be polite.

Prepare for take 10.

Sean, you’re burning me out.

Make it quick, please.

Quick reminder – you are a teacher of chemistry.

Camera.

Cosmetic cream commercial – take 10.

Action.

“HERE YOU GO?”

Cut.

Who turned the caps lock on?

We are supposed to take this in the lower case.

Camera.

Voyeur – take 10.

Action.

“This is how you do it? You like that?

Yes. Sit. Stand. Pee. Sit. Fuck. Shit. Eat. Roll. Low. High. Fight. Sleep. Dope. Heal. Feel. Love. Do it. Not now. Now. Stay. Okay.”

Cut.

Not good.

Again.

Camera.

Cosmetic cream commercial – take 10.

Yes, take 10 again.

I had the last one deleted.

And you have one minute.

Go.

Sorry.

Action.

“So, the story of acids bases and salts in the language of litmus in a brief way. The previous sentence could have been briefer but who the fuck cares?

Acids

Litmus turns red.

Bases.

Litmus turns blue.

Salts.

Fuck you.”

Cut.

How long?

You have five seconds.

Camera.

Voyeur – take 10, again.

Action.

“No time for commas or hyphens or semicolons but time for full stops, grammar is a shite. Ph acid 0 7 base 7 14 salt love you.”

Cumming. Came. Cum.

That’d be 25 bucks for an hour.

‘The ride was good. When’s the carnival over?’

Never, Sir.

Our roller-coaster’s here to stay.

‘Okay! I am Sean. I’d like to have the job and the pleasure of riding it.”