o absurdo, ainda bem, não conhece limites. eis aqui um dos meus exemplos favoritos:

American Voice: Then suddenly a clue turned up in Scotland. Mr Angus Podgorny, owner of a Dunbar menswear shop, received an order for 48,000,000 'kilts from the planet Skyron in the Galaxy of Andromeda.

(Mix to interior of highland mens wear shop. An elderly Scottish couple are poring over a letter which they have on the counter. Oil lamps etc.)

Mrs Podgorny: Angus how are y'going to get 48,000,000 kilts into the van?

Angus: I'll have t'do it in two goes.

Mrs Podgorny: D'you not ken that the Galaxy of Andromeda is two million, two hundred thousand light years away?

Angus: Is that so?

Mrs Podgorny: Aye ... and you've never been further than Berwick-on-Tweed...

Angus: Aye ... but think o' the money dear ... £18.10.0d a kilt ...that's ... (calculates with abacus) £900,000,000 - and that's without sporrans!

Mrs Podgorny: Aye ... I think you ought not to go, Angus.

Angus: (with visionary look in his eyes) Aye ... we'd be able to afford writing paper with our names on it... We'd be able to buy that extension to the toilet...

Mrs Podgorny: Aye . . but he hasn't signed the order yet, has he?

Angus: Who?

Mrs Podgorny: Ach ... the man from Andromeda.

Angus: Och ... well ... he wasna really a man, d'you ken ...

(Creepy music starts to edge in.)

Mrs Podgorny: (narrowing eyes) Not really a man?

Angus: (sweating as the music rises) He was as strange a thing as ever I saw, or ever I hope to see, God willing. He was a strange unearthly creature - a quivering, glistening mass...

Mrs Podgorny: Angus Podgorny, what do y'mean?

Angus: He wasna so much a man as... a blancmange!