A man enters a vintage clothing store and begins reciting a spoken-word poem about his experience, with the lighting dramatically shifting to a spotlight on him. Two shopkeepers watch in confusion, reacting to his bizarre prose and questioning his behavior. The man concludes his poem, decides against buying a jacket, and leaves, while the shopkeepers discuss his strange performance.
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Episode 22: I have a question Feat. @thefrankalvarez
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Written by: @MaxManticof_ & @JourdainFisher
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Transcript
Jackets. Flappets. Do we ever have normal customers? No. Oh, it's called Rank Nabbit. Why is he talking in prose? Chilly. Rainy. Don't rank best. Big, bang, boom, thunder, noise of the heavens. I wonder who's bad, icky and mean. Here comes the water more green. Is it bad? Is it good? I don't know. This jacket doesn't fit me the way it should. So do we... Snap or something? Do what you will. I don't need this jacket. And what was up with the lights? How you do the spotlight thing? Yeah. Are you like a rapper or something? No. I don't frappe. Yeah. Clearly. I mean, kind of a bar.