Fast Times

one-act play in my new native tongue: pidgin

fraps, all shine shine, and ready to go out but billy, our driver, found a loophole in z's instructions and made a bee-line to the dirt-road highway. f calls and asks him to please come back so she could go all shakara in town. but he was having none of it. until z stepped in..........

z: billy-OOO don't try me.
b: eeeeeek. i don wan no wahala!
f: maybe we can walk?
z: As man no get car na so so slap man dey slap go everywhere.
f: ok then.......Sidon look na dog name
p: glu glu red bull-o
f: er. p? are you drunk?
p: what? no shakin'

bell rings 5 minutes later. billy!