place: Plague uk (england)
time: Wednesday Afternoon 1666

scene: two administors in the 'ye olde phorum'

E (she's older than she looks): I don't understand it!

M: what?

E: we had hundreds of pwp in last week but this week its just...

M: dead?

E: yeh, Can't think why

M: anything intrestin from research?

E: just this one

M: well read it out

E: well seemingly its not due to tiny invisible beasties who live in fleas on rats

M: never fell fir that one, ridiculous

E: no seemingly its all down to witches

M: said so all along, bleeding obvious really

E: do explain clever breeches

M: well I knew a whole family who fell sick and they lived next to a witch

E: how do you know that?

M: she confessed under torture. I always said to the missus that her mother was evil

E: you didn't dob her in!

M: well she was so critical all the time. like when we took her skating on the thames. In June.

E: I read that we are in a mini-ice age and that the weather will be much better in 300 years time.

M: can't wait.

E: here's a good story for treatments, seemingly the self-flaggelation cure in Mexico is a fake.

M: 'course, everyone knows that effective self-flaggelation is at least 10 years off

E: Did I tell you I've applied for a job in the Pudding Lane Pie Shop

M: Good luck, but you know what the say, 'out of the frying pan...'

I predict a Great Fire that will do muchly damage to London Town. E - I suggest that you consider a holiday in Spain?

Interesting Turnip. You have a vivid imagination..