The Vegan Butcher.

JASKA, Undercover vegan butcher for PETA.
MR. ROAT, Butcher from India inhumanely slaughtering animals and adding meat products into vegan meals.

MR. ROAT: Where’s my knife?

JASKA: I have your knife, Mr. Roat.

MR. ROAT: Where did you put it, boy?

JASKA: (Hides the knife behind his back.)

MR. ROAT: (Mr. Roat walks to the freezer room where Jaska replied from. The knife reflects light to Mr. Roat’s eyes.) Give me the knife. (Mr. Roat snatches the knife away quickly.) Why were you hiding it?

JASKA: (Jaska’s eyes widen.) I was getting cow tongues.

MR. ROAT: (Mr. Roat is appalled with what Jaska just said.) You know we don’t sell nor eat cow in this country! You savage… what’s wrong with you, boy? Do you need the day off?

JASKA: Oh, I’m fine. (Jaska’s Finnish accent slips.) Yous knows its! (Jaska realizes his mistake and pauses for a second.) I’ll take the day off though. (Jaska slowly walks out of the butcher shop and makes a call on his cell phone.) This is parrot to black beard; the fish is out of the barrel. Make em’ walk the plank!

MR. ROAT: (Mr. Roat slightly over hears the conversation and spies behind the back door.) Jaska! What is this?

JASKA: (Jaska flips his sun glasses down; covering his eyes.) I’m an undercover vegan butcher from PETA. My team of assembly has a bounty on you.

MR. ROAT: I have done no wrong, Jaska! Nothing!

JASKA: Explain that to the vegetable soup tainted with your dirty pork!

MR. ROAT: (As the bounty screeches through the parking lot, they barrage through the back door of their vehicle. Mr. Roat is tackled to the cold concrete pavement, and brought to local authorities.) You unnatural freaks! You won’t eat an animal, but you’ll falsely imprison me? Noo!