Anything can get a gritty reboot.
Remember that Skittles commercial with the tree growing out of the kids torso? He wants it removed so he can go to college and his mom won't let him because it's a miracle and she wants those Skittles.
The only part of my dreams I remember was that conversation continued. When she reminds him that it's a miracle, he snaps.
"For you! I'll never get to leave the farm or go to school or fall in love or have a family of my own. Would you rather have Skittles or grandchildren?" And since it's still a commercial for Skittles, she clutches her bucket tight.
"What kind of talk is this?" she asks, backing away from him. "You'll get your chance for all of that."
"Not while you're alive," he growls and she stares at him frightened. He glares and she grabs one more handful of skittles off his branch and then hurries back to the house with his baleful glare on her back the whole way.
Taste the tension!
There's probably a reason I'm not in advertising. Meanwhile, the storm has broken and the sun is out! I may see if I can get the truck out sometime today.
The only part of my dreams I remember was that conversation continued. When she reminds him that it's a miracle, he snaps.
"For you! I'll never get to leave the farm or go to school or fall in love or have a family of my own. Would you rather have Skittles or grandchildren?" And since it's still a commercial for Skittles, she clutches her bucket tight.
"What kind of talk is this?" she asks, backing away from him. "You'll get your chance for all of that."
"Not while you're alive," he growls and she stares at him frightened. He glares and she grabs one more handful of skittles off his branch and then hurries back to the house with his baleful glare on her back the whole way.
Taste the tension!
There's probably a reason I'm not in advertising. Meanwhile, the storm has broken and the sun is out! I may see if I can get the truck out sometime today.