That's what friends are for
Somewhere, in a land not very far away, an ARMY MAN is beating a victim to pulp. A visiting SHEEP enters.
SHEEP: Don't mind me, I just dropped in to say hello to my friends. It's always good to know who your friends are. And I know that among the people of Indonesia we have so many fine and wonderful friends. Friends, may I add, who are our closest and dearest neighbours. As I was saying ... (who is it this week?)
ARMY MAN: Habibie.
To General Habibie.
— It's Mister Habibie.
As I was saying, to Mister Habibie, we're only a cooee away.
— Indeed.
ARMY MAN returns to his beating, only to stop in order to rest.
ARMY MAN: (Wiping his brow.) Oh. Cooee!
SHEEP: You called?
— Indeed I did.
You were after something?
— A friend.
Ah.
— A "mate".
"We're only a cooee away."
(ARMY MAN offers SHEEP the victim).
I'll pass.
— You sure? There's still a bit left.
Well ... (SHEEP gives the victim a light tap.) I'll let you do it.
— Each ... (ARMY MAN hits the victim) to their own (hits again.)
That's what friends are for.
By Dave Riley