[A young couple ™ is lying in bed, liplocked and gradually undressing each other.]
Man: I love you.
Woman: Oh, take me! TAKE ME!!!
[A whinny from off-screen. The couple jumps in startlement and looks around self-consciously.]
Man: What was that?
Woman: I don’t know!
[Fanfare. A horse clops in, bearing an old man in white robes, carrying a staff.]
Chorus: SAR-U-MAAAAAN!
Man on Horse: Greetings, young lovers.
Man: Who are you?
Woman: And what are you doing here? How’d you get your hair like that, too?
Man on Horse: I’m-
[Gestures off-screen.]
Chorus: SAR-U-MAAAAAN!
Man on Horse: And I’m here to tell you about the protection I offer.
Man: But we don’t need protection!
Woman: We’re married!
Man on Horse: Are you sure?
Woman: Well…
Man: I guess not.
Man on Horse: Well, then. Introducing new Saru-Man brand prophylactics. They come in all sizes and offer a range of protections–not just shielding you from venereal disease and pregnancy, but also bestowing upon you trans-dimensional invisibility and unnatural long life!
Man: Wow, do they really do that?
Man on Horse: Certainly.
Woman: Honey, I’ve always wanted unnatural long life!
Man on Horse: Then here, dear lady, take this as a gift.
[Tosses her a box. She opens the box.]
Woman: So pretty.
Man: How precious.
Man on Horse: My work here is done.
[Rides off.]
Chorus: SAR-U-MAAAAAN!
[Fin.]
