Sticks On A Plane
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The Script For Today's Comic!
> STICKS ON A PLANE
> Tom and Karla are cramped, uncomfortably, into a couple of airline seats,
> with all of the non-space this entails. They both look really
> and harried.
> KARLA: Goddamned airport security. They took all my makeup. They even
> my Chapstick!
> TOM: Yeah, well, that terrorist Chapstick'll get them every time.
> KARLA: Look at me! My lips get so dry on these trips....
> (Like a magician producing a bouquet of flowers, Tom holds up a small tube
> of Chapstick as if it were the Holy Grail. This should be a very stylish
> moment, and he is smug with triumph.)
> TOM: Did you ask for... Chapstick?
> KARLA (overjoyed): Oh my God! Where did you get that?
> TOM: I'm a punk rocker, baby. I know how to smuggle. The man can't hold
> (She begins to apply it to her lips.)
> KARLA: But how?
> TOM (with an insane confidence, utterly unaware that this might be
> troublesome): I stuffed it in my underpants.
> KARLA (stopping applying the Chapstick as she realizes where it's been,
> disgusted): Okay, maybe this isn't what I had hoped for.
> TOM (thrusting his hands into his crotch): Hang on, I put some Kit-Kats in
> here as well....