SCENE: A doctor's office. The DOCTOR is sitting at the desk going through his notes. In through the door comes MARCEL MARCEAU.
DOCTOR: Yes. Good morning, Mr Marceau. I'm glad you've come to see me. I've been looking at your test results and they're not good. Not good at all, I'm afraid.
MARCEL MARCEAU: (Says nothing).
DOCTOR: And - yes, well. I think you'd better get comfortable and prepare yourself for what I've got to say.
MARCEL MARCEAU: (Says nothing).
DOCTOR: You see, Mr Marceau.... ahem.... I'm afraid you've got gesticular cancer.
MARCEL MARCEAU:
DOCTOR: Hm. Clearly it's already entered the terminal stage.
FIN
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