From: Davina Tung
***transcribed from the "Contractual Obligation" album***
Crocodile
Announcer: Right noow it's time for athletics, and over to Brian Gurbles in
Paris.
Brian Gurbles: Hello! Well, you join us here in Paris, just a few minutes
before the start of today's big event, the final of the men's being eaten by
a crocodile event. I'm standing now by the crocodile pit, and--Whoa!
Aaaigh--(Crunching noises)
Announcer: Ah. Well, I'm afraid we've lost Brian Gurbles, so while they're
sorting that out we have got a report from Barry Loathsome in Loofborough on
the British preparations for this most important event.
Barry Loathsome: Here at Loofborough, the five young men chosen last week to be
eaten by a crocodile for Britain this summer. Obviously, the most important
part of the event is the opening 60-yard sprint toward the crocs, and
twenty-two year old Nottingham schoolteacher Gavin Waterlough is rated by
some pundits not only the fastest, but also the tastiest British morsel
since Barry Gordon got a bronze at Helsinki. In charge of the team is
Sergeant Major Harold Dupe.
Sergeant Dupe: Naw, you've not only got to get in that pit first, you've got to
get *eaten* first! When you land in front of your croc and he opens his
mouth, I want to see you right in there! Rub your head up against his
tastebuds--and when those teeth bite into your flesh, use the purchase to
thrust yourself down his throat!
Barry: Dupe's trained every British team since 1928, and it's his blend of
gymnastic knowhow, reptilian expertise, and culinary skill that's turned
many an unappetising novice into a crocodilic banquet.
Sergeant: Well, our chefs have been experimenting many years to find a sauce
most likely to tempt a crocodile. In the past, we've concentrated on a
fish-based veloute' sauce, but this year we've reverted to a simple
bearnaise.
Barry: The British team are worried because Olympic regulations allow only the
competitors' heads to be sauced. Waterlough?
Gavin Waterlough: Yes, well, I mean--h'rm--you know, four years ago everyone
knew the Italians were coating the insides of their legs with bearnaise; the
Russians 'ave been marinating themselves; one of the Germans, Biolet, was
actually caught, er, putting remoulade down 'is shorts! I think it should
be either unrestricted garnishing, or else a single, Olympic standard
mayonnaise.
Barry: Gavin, does it ever worry you that you're actually going to be chewed up
by a bloody great crocodile?
Gavin: The only thing that worries me, Jim, is being the first one down that
gullet.
Barry: Well, the way things are going here at Loofborough, it looks like
Britain could easily pick up a place in the first seven hundred. But
nothing's predictable in this tough, highly competitive world, where today's
champion is tomorrow's crocodile shit. Back to you in the studio, Norman!
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