Two Men and The Sea
The telly at the back of the shed was blaring out the latest and most important. '... and here goes Chugger from The Mighty Bonkers, he's got his hands on the ball, he's pelting down the field, but, oh! Look Out! That's his nemesis there, Pull-My-Finger, from the Fats, these blokes are gonna go head-to-head here, in this contest for the flag ...' ‒squeal squeal squelch squeeeerrrrrttttsssshhhh‒ '... and interrupting this broadcast, with an important news update‒' Two heads swiveled around indignantly. 'What!' said a bloke with a head like a cauliflower well past its use-by date. 'Hey! Get out of it!' 'Oi!' said the other one, shouting at the telly, 'That's the footy! What are you doing? ' 'Stick your news up your arse!' yelled the first one. 'Yeah! Too right!' the second one chimed in. 'We want footy! Get fu‒' '... another shark attack has taken ...