The M Who Came To Dinner

<br>Man (standing near a doorway): I`ve invited a friend over to have a little dinner. <br><br>(A capital M enters and gazes into the room. We see a long table loaded with all kinds of food and drink.) <br><br>M: Mmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm! <br><br>Man: Go ahead. Dig right in. Make yourself at home. <br><br>M (who is already on the table): Mmmm, marvelous! Mmmm, meat! (Gulps down the whole slab and drinks a full glass of wine.) Mmmm, marshmallows! (Tosses them down, one after the other.) Mmmm, munch! (Eats up something I never could identify.) Mmmmmmm! Mmmm, mmmmm! Magnificent! <br><br>(Man is staring openmouthed as M devours one thing after another.) <br><br>M: Mmmmm, milk! (Downs a whole glassful.) Mmmmm, melon! (Gobbles it up and keeps noshing down until every dish is empty.) Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmm! <br><br>Man: I say, you`re just about the greediest, rudest letter I ever saw! You ate up everything! <br><br>M: Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmm! (Hops down from table.) <br><br>Man: I`m telling you, never invite an M over to your house for dinner! (M rubs against his ankles, but he walks offscreen.) No, don`t try to make up with me. Next time, I`ll invite a ... a J, or a polite Q. But not another M! (M starts munching until nothing is left on the screen, leaving it dark.)