SCENE: A consulting room, painted in muted pastels. Air-conditioning hums discreetly from vents in the ceiling. Through venetian blinds we can see tree-tops outside moving gently in the sunlight against a blue sky.
A desk in one corner is covered in files, a computer, and medical paraphernalia. An armchair stands at the foot of a chaise longue. In the corner stands a beige cupboard of extreme cheapness and simplicity with, on top of it, Belinda Neal, MP for Robertson. She is dismembering a teddy bear.
Enter left Dr Schmertz, MD (Heidelberg), a silver-haired gentleman with a small goatee.
Dr S: Ah good, Ms Neal. I see you have made yourself at home.
BN: Who the f--- are you? (Realises what she has said.) Oh. Ah ha ha ha! (Girlish, tinkling laugh.) Silly me. Hello, doctor. I'm Belinda. Your new rrruuuhhhhhrrrrraaaagghhhh patient. (Bites bear, and worries it.)
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