Gone...

Gone...

- Ruth, I know it's our wedding night but I

have secret to tell you.

- What Ron what? You know you should 

have told me before now.

- Yes Ruth maybe I should've, but I'll tell

you now.

- Go on then Ron...

- I'm a cannabal, and I'm hungry.

- What Ron, are you going to eat me?

- Yes Ruth.

- On our wedding night, you're going to 

eat me?

- Yes Ruth.

- But I have a secret too Ron.

- What's that Ruth?

- I'm a blow-up doll. I won't taste very good.

I'll probably give you indigestion.

- A blow-up doll?

- Yes Ron. Look I'll prick myself with this needle,

and I'll be gone...poof...gone...