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- Madam, I challenge you to a duel!
- I accept the challenge, Madam!
- Be careful; don't fracture the nail by the pistol trigger.
- Don't worry, it's stuck well.
- The trigger?
- No! The nail.
- It's stuck to the trigger?
- Are you offering yourself for being slapped across your face by the other glove?
- Yes, I like the first one. I wouldn't mind to have the pair.
- Ha-ha! I had only one. I had to throw it out anyway, so I threw it to your face and to demanded satisfaction!
- Usually, it's demanded from a man...
- I don't know what you mean by the satisfaction but that's alimony which is usually demanded from a man.
- Correct! Satisfaction first and then alimony.
- OK, Make up you mind and shoot.
- O, dear! I am scared at the sight of blood.
- Then close your eyes and shoot.
- I dread darkness!
- Me too... Especially when I am coming back home late...
- And nobody sees you to the door...
- And nobody gives you flowers...
- And nobody sings a serenade under your window...
- And nobody duels over you!!!
They embraced each other and sob.
The curtain is dropped.
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