Ice-Cream

Act 2 Scene 9 - Ice-Cream

(The Smoker is on the front porch, sipping a Rum-&-Coke. An Ice-Cream truck rolls by)

TS: You know what we need?
C: What's that?
TS: A Sin Truck. Like an Ice-Cream truck, only it sells Cigarettes, Cigars, ice-cold Beers, and blended Margaritas and Piña Coladas. Hell, you could even have Ice-Cream, too. So that way the kids come out to get the Ice-Cream, and the parents come out to get their own "refreshment". It's a totally killer idea.
C: What about porn?
TS: What?!? What kind of fuck-up buys porn with their kids right in front of them?! Shit, man!
C: Fair enough. What about if you ditched the Ice-cream, and made it Adult Only.
TS: Naw. You'd get enough flak from Fundamentalists, and Mormons, and the like, for selling the other stuff. No point in losing all the Catholics, and other Christians, too.
C: Yeah, I think you're right, there.
TS: Of course I'm right! And the best part would be that you wouldn't have to play those crappy songs. You could play G'n'R, Bob Dylan, Rancid, Eminem, whatever your target audience liked. And you could drive some badass converted military troop transport. It would fucking rock.
C: Sounds cool. Let's do it!
TS: I just might. But you, my friend, your future lies in that ashtray, there.
C: Awww... Fu-

(The Smoker stabs the remains of Cigarette out in the ashtray, and, smiling, goes back inside)