[BETTY and MR TEABAG are at the front of the queue at a rather fancy cafe.]

BETTY: What you having, George?

MR TEABAG: I’ll get these.

BETTY: Don’t be daft. Tea?

MR TEABAG: Coffee, please. I bloody hate tea!

BETTY: Oh, why do your mates call you Mr Teabag then?

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2025