the setting:
your average 6’5″ copywriter is sitting at her desk crafting some very fine propaganda that will help the corporate behemouth take over the planet. she’s wearing headphones and pumping it up ala Elvis Costello and the Attractions.

a blonde man in his early 30s enters stage right, and the copywriter takes off her headphones. the blonde man is humming the theme to 2001: A Space Odyssey and is waving a shiny black object. he places the object on the copywriter’s ever-present composition notebook. he speaks in a high, childish voice as though the shiny black object is speaking to the copywriter.

Seamus: hi, i am a shiny new iPod Nano can your ancient old antique 40 gigabyte iPod come out and play?
Jodi: I hate you
Seamus: Oh look at how beautiful and bright my color screen is.

Jodi grunts at Seamus

Seamus: oh, see the pretty pretty pictures and the fun transitions
Jodi picks up the older iPod that’s clad in a sex-toy like skin and brings it to her face.

Jodi: Don’t listen to Seamus, baby. i love you.
Seamus: I called it Transcendental Monolith.

an evil munchkin joins the pair.

Evil Munchkin: That’s so cool.
Jodi: what the fuck is that?
Seamus: It’s from 2001.
Jodi: I’ve never seen it.
Evil Munchkin: You’ve never seen Star Wars either.
Jodi: No I haven’t.
Seamus: You know you should really start engaging in pop culture
Jodi: You know, you should really go get me some lunch.
Seamus & Evil Munchkin: Ok.

the end.