EXT. ST IVES - EVENING
PATROCLUS and MR BC are walking along the beach with S., Patroclus's old friend from university, and his boyfriend, R., after a long, decadent lunch and a lot of reminiscing and catching up.
S. pauses to light a cigarette.
ME: I miss cigarettes.
ME: Cigarettes were my only friends.
S.: What! I'm your friend! What makes you say that?
ME: I'm not sure why I said that.
ME: That's like saying I like to watch my friends die.
ME: I like to set fire to them, and watch them die slowly in front of my face.
ME: Knowing that they dedicated the whole of their short little lives to my pleasure.
We finish the rest of the walk in silence.
UPDATE: I'm not sure this was the sort of post Fat Roland had in mind when he said I 'bring a beautiful humanity to the blogocube'.