Me and two friends of mine, Gea and Cleo, are chatting sitting on the sofa. The slave calls us from upstairs but we ignore him. He goes down the stairs and appears over our heads. But what does this fool want? He's doing some housework and asks us if we can hand him the flashlight. We reply that it is right there in front of his eyes and that he can arrange to take it since it has disturbed us. He tries and reaches through the railing but gets stuck. We try to help him but nothing got stuck. We think that this apparently dramatic situation can actually be very funny like in that Italian film…. Laughing, we begin to slap him. We hit him so badly that he is afraid his face has swelled up and it will be even more difficult to get him out of there. We don't care, on the contrary it's getting late for our aperitif... we leave him there, stuck in the railing, with a sore face and the flashlight in hand...