Supervisor:  Todd, do you have the “Baby Changing Station” graphic done?
Todd:  Yep, it’s right here.
Supervisor:  Looks familiar.
Todd:  Well it should, It’s a baby. You’ve seen a baby before, right?
Supervisor:  I have Todd. I see one every night when I go home to my infant son… I also see Time Chicken on my bookshelf.
Todd:  (coughs) What’s that now?
Supervisor:  Time Chicken. You know, that sci-fi book we did a logo for last year. It’s about a chicken that goes back in time to fight crime. Time Chicken.
Todd:  Oh yeah, vaguely. 
Supervisor:  I’m surprised Todd… you drew it.
Todd:  Oh yeah. Haha, I guess I did. (coughs)
Supervisor:  This baby sure looks a lot like that time chicken.
Todd:  Really? I don’t see it. 
Supervisor:  Cut the shit Todd! I know you just put a diaper and a new head on the old Time Chicken logo.
Todd:  I did not!
Supervisor:  Those baby legs are clearly chicken legs Todd! And those baby hands look just like wings.
Todd:  That’s what baby hands look like!
Supervisor:  Well then those hands look fucking delicious. 
Todd:  Fine, you caught me! I’m sorry, ok? It’s just that… it’s a “Baby Changing Station” man, who cares? 
Supervisor:  Uh, I care! The client cares! People who have to change their child’s dirty diaper at a Bennigan’s care! And I thought you cared! But obviously not since you drew a chicken in a diaper with a goddamn gerry curl. A gerry curl!
Todd:  It’s a rockabilly baby.
Supervisor:  Dammit Todd, how many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to work in rockabilly crap! I get that “it’s your thing” or whatever, but no one else is into it. Literally no one else.
Todd:  Please don’t make air quotes at me.
Supervisor:  “Sorry.”
Todd clenches his fist and closes his eyes.
Todd:  I’ll have you know that my band, “Rockabilly Led Zeppelin” is very respected.
Supervisor:  Oh yeah, “your band.” Stairway to Hillbilly Heaven? Really? 
Todd jumps out of his chair.
Todd:  I said don’t make air quotes at me!
Supervisor:  Just draw a new baby Todd. Jesus.
The supervisor exits. Todd strokes his tattoo of a devil playing poker with Elvis on his forearm. He then drags the “Baby Changing Station” graphic to a folder entitled “Final Graphics.”
Todd:  No one makes fun of “Rockabilly Led Zeppelin.”

Supervisor:  Todd, do you have the “Baby Changing Station” graphic done?

Todd:  Yep, it’s right here.

Supervisor:  Looks familiar.

Todd:  Well it should, It’s a baby. You’ve seen a baby before, right?

Supervisor:  I have Todd. I see one every night when I go home to my infant son… I also see Time Chicken on my bookshelf.

Todd:  (coughs) What’s that now?

Supervisor:  Time Chicken. You know, that sci-fi book we did a logo for last year. It’s about a chicken that goes back in time to fight crime. Time Chicken.

Todd:  Oh yeah, vaguely. 

Supervisor:  I’m surprised Todd… you drew it.

Todd:  Oh yeah. Haha, I guess I did. (coughs)

Supervisor:  This baby sure looks a lot like that time chicken.

Todd:  Really? I don’t see it. 

Supervisor:  Cut the shit Todd! I know you just put a diaper and a new head on the old Time Chicken logo.

Todd:  I did not!

Supervisor:  Those baby legs are clearly chicken legs Todd! And those baby hands look just like wings.

Todd:  That’s what baby hands look like!

Supervisor:  Well then those hands look fucking delicious. 

Todd:  Fine, you caught me! I’m sorry, ok? It’s just that… it’s a “Baby Changing Station” man, who cares? 

Supervisor:  Uh, I care! The client cares! People who have to change their child’s dirty diaper at a Bennigan’s care! And I thought you cared! But obviously not since you drew a chicken in a diaper with a goddamn gerry curl. A gerry curl!

Todd:  It’s a rockabilly baby.

Supervisor:  Dammit Todd, how many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to work in rockabilly crap! I get that “it’s your thing” or whatever, but no one else is into it. Literally no one else.

Todd:  Please don’t make air quotes at me.

Supervisor:  “Sorry.”

Todd clenches his fist and closes his eyes.

Todd:  I’ll have you know that my band, “Rockabilly Led Zeppelin” is very respected.

Supervisor:  Oh yeah, “your band.” Stairway to Hillbilly Heaven? Really? 

Todd jumps out of his chair.

Todd:  I said don’t make air quotes at me!

Supervisor:  Just draw a new baby Todd. Jesus.

The supervisor exits. Todd strokes his tattoo of a devil playing poker with Elvis on his forearm. He then drags the “Baby Changing Station” graphic to a folder entitled “Final Graphics.”

Todd:  No one makes fun of “Rockabilly Led Zeppelin.”