MARLON: roscoe I am knackered after this night of political intrigue
ROSCOE: rather I could do with a hearty breakfast. I fancy some shredded wheat
MARLON: oh but I forgot to buy some
ROSCOE: well I guess we’ll have to go to the wheat field and bring some in and shred it manually
MARLON: oh this job is such a gripe though
ROSCOE: the means of production dear boy
They go to the wheat field and look upon the crop they will have to manually shred before they can heartily break their respective fasts.
ROSCOE: this will be a long haul job, my compatriot
Suddenly an enraged and frustrated THERESA MAY shaped blur charges thru the field at an alarming speed and velocity such that all the wheat is shredded
ROSCOE looks at MARLON
ROSCOE: that was a freebie
They both grin openly