Circa 1970.
Manager: Nuge! Get in here you crazy bastard. Let’s makes you some money.
Ted Nugent: Sounds good to me.
Manager: Tell me. What are your three loves?
Nugent: God, guns and rock n’ roll.
Manager: And pinball.
Nugent: Pinball?
Manager: Pinball. Think of it Nuge. There’s arcades full of kids across the country and in every one of those arcades… a Ted Nugent pinball game.
He pulls back a sheet to reveal the pinball machine.
Nugent: Why is my guitar a gun?
Manager: More importantly, why isn’t your guitar a gun?
Nugent: I don’t know about this…
Manager: Pinball is the rock n’ roll of arcades Nuge. The lights, the sounds. Even when your standing there playing it, it looks like you’re having sex with it.
The manager starts dryhumping air, hard.
Nugent: Ok, easy.
Manager: This is a good diver-nugent revenue stream.
Nugent: Can you stop using my name in words like that?
Manager: Don’t get all indi-nugent on me Nuge!
Nugent: Please stop.
Manager: But I still have to pitch you deter-nugent.
Beat.
Manager: It’s a Ted Nugent themed detergent. Deter-nuge—
Nugent: FUCKING STOP.
