The VeloDrone peers out over the cliff at Snapper Point.
What about breakfast? he says. There aren't any shops.
Le Bon David pops his head out from the campervan.
What's that you say? No shops? Then we must go fishing.
The VeloDrone: Fishing? Have you got any lines?
Le Bon David: What are lines?
Three bicycles roll slowly down the Aldinga Esplanade, under three disconsolate Existentialists.
Hello! they shout. Anybody at home?
Le Bon David: Oh no! It's Team Existentialist. Hide!
The VeloDrone: Why should we? We haven't done anything wrong.
Professor Freud: ( knocking on the campervan) Attention! Have you people any food?
Jean Paul Sartre: Yes, have you any food?
Jean-Jacques Rousseau: There are no shops in this god-forsaken stretch! We're starving!
The VeloDrone's head appears round the door. Oh it's you! Come in. No we haven't any food. Do you happen to have any string?
Jean Paul Sartre: An existentialist always has string. What do you want it for?
Le Bon David: ( sheepishly) Hello gentlemen. We were thinking of going fishing. This is Snapper Point. Therefore, there must be snapper.
The VeloDrone: You hope.
Le Bon David: Indeed, I hope. And will you gentlemen be riding in the Tour Down Under later on this morning?
Jean-Jaques Rousseau: No. We are disqualified, for throwing stones.
Le Bon David: Dear, dear! I trust you are philosophical about it?
Jean-Jaques Rousseau: Professor Freud is the only one of us who is.
Professor Freud: ( serenely ) And yet I am the only one of us who is not a philosopher.
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