LONDON FIGHT WITH THUGS.

Mary has had a long night working at the 3 hatted restaurant along Pickfords Wharf. As she walks along the riverside enjoying how the city lights dances and glistens on the Thames, she is followed by three thugs that want to enforce their masculinity upon her 5’ 2” frame. As she passes The Golden Hind, she runs. Runs fast down Winchester Square then turns sharply down Montague Close. She stop right in front of the arch of the bridge. She turns around. The three thugs appear from around the corner.

MARY: I can’t run anymore. I’m just a little girl.

And you’re not going to hurt me are you?

Thug 01: oh no baby. You’re going to looooove it.

MARY. I didn’t hear you. You need to come closer.

Thug 01. Walks closers. Leans in.

MARY: coyly pushes hair behind her ear as he leans in. Then her palms and finger strikes forward like a cobra and smashes his nose into his brain and jams her fingers into his eyes simultaneously.

Thug 01 drops.

MARY: I guess he was only seeing with his dick. He didn’t see my hands.

Do you see with your dick?

As Mary slowly raises head to fix her steely eyes upon the other two thugs.