—A Bratwurst, please.
Hans Kartoffel von Bratwurst gives him one.
The customer takes it.
—Thank you.
He takes a look around the stall.
—Oh, and I’d like a Kartoffel too. Do you have any left?
Hans looks at him very seriously.
—We don’t sell Kartoffel.
The man looks at him.
Then he looks at the sign.
HANS KARTOFFEL VON BRATWURST
He looks back at Hans.
Hans continues to look at him.
Silence.
—Ah.
Hans nods.
—Bratwurst?
—Yes.
—One?
—One.
Hans prepares him another Bratwurst.
