A quiet caravan park. A French couple sit at a table next to their caravan. A bottle of red wine stands open on the table between them. They drink. A homeless man approaches out of the nearby shrubbery.

Homeless: vin glug glug glug moi?

When the Frenchies don’t respond, the homeless man, who obviously doesn’t speak French, tries harder.

Homeless: VIN? VIN?

He points at the bottle. Then the homeless man, while using onomatopoeia to communicate across cultures, gestures as if he is drinking an enormous bottle of wine.


And next the homeless man beats his chest dramatically.

Homeless: MOI! MOI!

The end.