Motivational Growth Page #5

Do you feel it, Jack?

Ian:
No.

I don't feel anything.

(vomiting)

The Mold:
Yes, hahaha!

Give it here.

(screaming)

(The Mold laughing)

(door knocking)

Don't you do it,Jack!

Ian:
F*** you, buddy.

Uniformed Man:
Mr. Folliver?

Ian:
Yes, that's me.

I've been the same me for years,

no one has come to my door.

All of a sudden it's Grand f***ing Central in here.

I have no idea who you are,

come on in, weird me out.

Uniformed Man:
Are you sure this is a good time?

Ian:
It has never been a good time.

Now is as good a time as never,

you have 20 seconds to blow my mind.

You're a bit late to the party,

there's been some tough acts.

Uniformed Man:
If you don't mind.

Ian:
Not at all, sprout a second head,

punch me in the gut.

Uniformed Man:
Well I don't know about all that,

Mr. Folliver, but what I do know about is televisions.

Take that one, for instance.

That's a 1964 Commodore.

That was at the top of its class.

That TV's a classic.

Ian:
Yeah, it's busted.

The other guy said I should get a plasma.

Uniformed Man:
Do you know anything

about plasmas, Mr. Folliver?

Ian:
Not a single thing at all.

Uniformed Man:
Mind if I take a look at this beauty?

Ian:
The other guy, he licked it.

Uniformed Man:
Did he?

Ian:
Licked it with his tongue,

and told me I needed a plasma.

Uniformed Man:
Well you have a beautiful set here, sir.

Ian:
You aren't going to lick it, right?

Uniformed Man:
Oh, I don't see any reason

to have to do that now.

I would, however, like to poke around

a bit and see what's what.

Ian:
His name's Kent.

Uniformed Man:
Hmm!

Let's see.

Oh, you are in possession of

a very special item here, Mr. Folliver.

Ian:
Oh yeah?

Uniformed Man:
Oh yes sir, I have a similar set at my home.

I cherish it, it has never let me down.

Ian:
Kent gave up on me, left me hereto die.

Uniformed Man:
Oh I doubt that very much, Mr. Folliver.

I think that with a little bit of attention

we should be able to get to the bottom

of this and get old Kent here back into action.

You know what makes a set

like this special is the history.

This set was put together by a skilled craftsman

and a series of skilled assembly workers;

each one of them doing what he or she loved to do.

Every element of this set's construction

was labored over, tuned and placed by hand.

Some would say that this time consuming task

was inefficient. That construction of one

of these sets was a stepping stone to

better crafted technologies. But I personally feel

that we've lost much of what

makes our appliances special.

Old Kent here has likely been in your family for years.

Ian:
Well he belonged to my Grandfather,

then my Dad, then my Uncle, then me.

Uniformed Man:
See that's what we at the reparation

business like to call legacy.

Kent here, Kent has a legacy.

The set I have at home has a similar legacy.

Yes, he's been passed from father to son

going back as far as this technology does.

I'll pass it along to my oldest son and one day

he'll enjoy it with his son.

Throughout it all, each one of us will have

enjoyed that set for the entirety of our lives,

and that's something that'll remain strong

and constant, by gully, entertaining all those years.

Just as long as we love it, it'll love us back

As long as we take care of it,

it'll take care of us in return.

See, that's the nature of the

relationship with a good appliance. That's the nature.

Hold on a minute here, hold on.

I think I found the culprit.

Your tube's been corroded.

Looks like you have a mold problem.

Ian:
Yes, yes it does.

Uniformed Man:
Well I got a spare tube in the truck

I can have this fixed for you in a jiffy.

Ian:
Thank you, I'll leave it unlocked.

Uniformed Man:
Sure thing.

Ian:
Mold problem.

You f***ed my television!

The Mold:
Whoa,The Mold wouldn't go so far as to say that.

Ian:
You fried Kent.

The Mold:
The Mold cut a tie,

The Mold broke a barrier,

The Mold set you free, Jack.

Ian:
My name is Ian.

Mold:
The Mold knows, Jack, The Mold knows.

Ian:
What the hell are you?

The Mold:
Your friend, your only friend.

Ian:
Kent was my friend, you know.

And you killed him.

The Mold:
what did he ever do for you, huh?

He cost you money. He kept you dormant.

He locked you to the couch,

and he sold you out for advertising dollars.

He janked you,Jack.

He pulled you into the world of the unreal.

The Mold gave you something.

Made something of you.

What did that squatbox ever

actually do for you, really?

Ian:
Look, I'm really confused right now.

Do you remember that time my body was

decomposing in the bathroom just a few minutes ago?

Because I do. Because it was just a few minutes ago!

The Mold:
That was shadow play. Puppetry.

That was something inside of you

trying to take all of this away.

That's why The Mold's working on you, Jack.

That's why you and The Mold

are a king team in a world of ant holes.

Uniformed Man:
Mr. Folliver, I patched up old Kent here,

so he should be good as new.

The Mold:
You let it go.

Uniformed Man:
Mr. Folliver?

The Mold:
Think of the philly with the danger eyes

and draped shape that you could take to the races.

You want to try out that classy jazzy, right Jack?

Ian:
Leah?

The Mold:
Just the pigeon I mean.

Uniformed Man:
Okay, so I'll leave the bill on the set,

Mr. Folliver. Just settle it whenever you can.

Ian:
What are you saying about Leah?

The Mold:
That you have a shot with that one.

That The Mold wants to get you into that dance.

Ian:
You can help me talk to Leah?

The Mold:
Pfff, much more than that, Jack.

Ian:
What else do you need me to do?

I left rotting meat everywhere,

cut the walls up like it was swiss cheese,

and I spread weird sh*t all over everything I own!

The Mold:
Just do whatThe Mold says. That's all.

That's all The Mold will ever need, Jack.

Ian:
Must be the TV guy.

He must have left something here.

What should I do?

The Mold:
Good, Jack that's what The Mold needs

from you, that kind of attention to detail.

This one':
simple.

Answer the door.

Vanessa:
So I've got the rest of your

order from before, whoa!

You look amazing!

Two bottles of malt extract

and one container of tryptone.

Hey, what exactly is tryptone?

Ian:
I have no idea.

Vanessa:
This whole place looks amazing.

When I was here a few days ago,

it was a total hole, you know?

I'm impressed.

Ian:
Why are you talking?

Vanessa:
Well, I was thinking,

you got a metric f*** ton of Gro-MOAR,

and what can only described as a weird

load of yeast dude-pills,

and all types of crazy stuff.

I come over here now, and your place

looks like something out of a

better homes and hobags, and I'm just

blown the f*** away by how uncreepily

creepy your life must be.

You're making drugs, or bombs,

or a space shuttle to the moon

or something in here, right?

Are you a physicist?

Ian:
Please leave now.

Vanessa:
Oh this again. I'll need that gratuity.

That tryptone, or whatever, didn't take

the crosstown, two locals, and dodge a hobo

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