MVO: The creaks echo through the conference room...
SFX: DOOR CREAKS
MVO: ... Like a cavalcade of crickets. Comfort is hard-found on this designer bench, the boss of your boss’s boss believed better than the ones that kept quiet. And as you lean back, the creaking clamour climbs to a crescendo as the bench buckles beneath you, and gravity goes to zero.
SFX: LOW BURR
MVO: And when you come crashing to the floor - oh, yes - there will be some pain. But such a pain is so contrasting...
SFX: EERIE CRASH
MVO: ...To the rumble, the crumble, the land of good Mother Earth sinking, collapsing like some second-rate soufflé.
SFX: DRUM BEATS INTERMITTENTLY
MVO: A violent spasm and you drop a meter in a moment. The ground gives out and you’re left suspended for a split second, then down, deep, dark, feeling like poor Alice, unaware of the awaiting abyss.
(SILENT PAUSE)
MVO: And so you see: a broken bench is certainly no sink hole. There’s pain, and then there’s a different kind of pain. For pains beyond the ordinary, take something extraordinary. Panadol Extra Advance.