Tax, Me...More
INT. Late morning. Bedroom.
Two losers sitting around. A few communist posters hang around the room.
T.C.: You know, they oughta change the sickle and hammer symbols.
Gordon: Why? I think it projects a certain proletariat nobility. It reminds us of how the rich class...
T.C.: Shut up. This from a guy who can't keep a job at Tim's.
Gordon: I kept getting mixed up. The tag said "maple" when I started reaching in but by the time I grabbed one, I was in the chocolate row. I don't get how I got the trajectory wrong.
T.C.: How about a fork and a spoon? It can symbolize nourishment - or lack thereof in a communist regime. Or you can have two hands ripping a piece of paper with the caption, "it's not rationing if you believe it."
Gordon: You really are brainwashed by Faux News.
T.C.: Like what you read is any better.
Gordon: Hey, Confiscation and Coercion Quarterly is damn good reporting.
T.C. looks over at a poster that says Tax me...More!
T.C. (points to it): You believe that?
Gordon: Of course, man. It's why everything is so fucked up. No one pays enough taxes; especially those rich pigs.
T.C.: Your father is the wealthiest man in town.
Gordon: I denounce it!
T.C.: More taxes, eh?
Gordon: To progress. I think.
T.C.: But the government already takes half your money. Not including sales, investment and gas taxes. ETC.
Gordon: See that out there, you right wing extreme Tea Bagger? That's my ride. It needs new hub caps. (beat) Why should I pay for organic milk? Who gonna pay for it, bitch?
T.C.: Right, I'm the extremist. Right.
It seems to me the real question here is, what the heck were you doing in bed with Gordon?
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