2002-04-29 - 7:53 p.m.
EXT: Rite-Aid parking lot. Dusk.
MIG exits the Rite-Aid, bag of cat food in hand. Sitting in one of the green plastic patio chairs on sale out front is a large African-American gentleman, the PIMP. As MIG heads for the streetcorner the PIMP stands up and steps in front of him. He's not really wearing a wide-brimmed lavender hat, matching suit, and fake-fur coat, but he should be.
PIMP: Hey, man, you gay or straight?
MIG: Does it matter?
PIMP: I got nice boys and nice girls.
MIG: Thanks, but I eat my mates after sex. Sorry.
PIMP: Huh?
The PIMP backs away in bewilderment and fear as MIG reaches the corner and crosses the street.
FADE
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