INT: Family Home.
Dad comes in the room. His son is watching the television.
Dad: Hey, junior.
Son: Hey dad. How’s it going?
Dad: Yeah, not bad. Hey…
Dad: I got something for you, son.
Son: Wow…what’s that dad?
Dad: Heh…come outside, and i’ll show you.
Son: Sounds interesting.
Dad: You’re eighteen now..it’s time..
Son: For what, dad?
Dad: This…check this out.
(Dad opens the garage. Inside is his classic motorbike, a vintage Harley Davidson.)
Dad: Yep son. It’s yours. Grandad had it before me, I had some good times..now…it’s yours.
Son: I…I don’t know what to say, dad. This is amazing.
Dad: Yeah….it’s time you grew up in style. It’s all been done as new…just like when Grandad bought it…
Son: I’m welling up dad, thankyou…
Dad: Treat it well, son….treat it well..
Dad: Yeah, dad…he was tearing up..so was I…truly amazing moment..I think he finally is growing up..my boy..
Gramps: That’s great Steve…That bike is a classic piece, certainly seems to be in good hands…
(OPEN GARAGE DOOR)
Dad: Let’s see how he’s getting on. Probably giving it a good sh….WHAT THE FUCKING HE…
Gramps: OH NO!
Son: Alright you CUNTS.
(Son has dismantled the bike and is busy denting all the parts beyond repair with a massive hammer.)
Son: FUCKING check this out. This bike is so cunting ace that I thought i’d give it a true test, by smashing it to fuck, hurling all the peices about, and wanking into the exhaust pipe. I also buried the engine in two meters of shit.
Dad: Why….why son?
Gramps: God help us…God help us all…
Son: WAHEEEYY! (HUrls hammer at wall and starts dancing.)