SCENE 1
[Two REGULAR
SOUTH AUSSIE BLOKES sitting in a FAIR DINKUM
SOUTH AUSTRALIAN PUB]
Bloke 1: Mate have you Victoria'd that Victoria in Victoria there is a VICTORIA?!
Bloke 2: Aw shit mate that's just fuckin' Victoria as fuckin' Victoria
SCENE 2:
[Victoria.]
bohemian hipster: OH WE DON'T LIKE SOUTH AUSTRALIANS THEY'RE SUCH RUGGED, INDIVIDUAL UNDERDOGS THAT PROUDLY REJECT THE UPPER CLASS POMPOSITY STEREOTYPICAL OF URBAN CITIZENS IN THE EASTERN STATES hold on let me drink my mochaccino la de da da
SCENE 3:
[Heaven, in the form of a Barossa vineyard]
God, in the form of Graham Cornes: FUCK I just hate victoria
fuck [throws giant Balfours® frog cake comet towards Melbourne, leaving the city in horrible ruins]
SCENE 4
[HEAPS GOOD SIKKUNT RADELAIDE SOUTH AUSSIE PUB]
Bloke 2: That's what VICTORIA gets for stealing the GRAND PRIX!
Bloke 1: Pandas
Bloke 3: Wait doesn't adelaide have a prominent coffee wine and art culture ???
Bloke 1: FARK OFF BACK TO VIC YA PRICK
[shot of Murray River taken in 1993]
West End spokesguy: HOLY SHIT WE'RE NOT VICTORIAN, just owned by an overseas company.