Ginsberg is not amused.

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Now look, just because you think my mustache is "funny"...

[He completes this disdainful comment with dramatic air quotes.]

... doesn't mean I'm a funny guy. You know that. I'm actually pretty serious. I like the name you've chosen for me. It fits. Very existential. I'm not sure if anyone at SCDPCGC -- is that what we're calling it now? I can't keep track. Sounds like a shady law firm no matter how you organize the letters -- gets it.

[A pause.]

What do you mean, "gets what?" Gets it. It's a figure of speech. A phrase. Are you high right now?

[A longer pause.]

You're not high? That's a first. Not for you, I mean. For the people I spend my time around these days. Come to think of it, though, this is pretty weird. Did you get me high?

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Who's the right person? Hypothetically, I mean.

[speechitize]

The Pillsbury Doughboy. It's a simple, stupid idea that practically shits gold.

...He'd probably laugh all the way down too.

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That's...

[A long pause, as though he's looking for something to argue with.]

That's a great fucking idea, actually. You think we can find the Pillsbury Doughboy around here somewhere?

[speechitize]

It is pretty great.

[ He's just going to throw that in there for the record. ]

Sure we can. We'll smoke him out. You know that little bastard not only watches his own brethren get baked-- he laughs. He enjoys it. What kind of sadistic face for a campaign is that?

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That campaign is a lot more fucked up than I gave it credit for. You think that was purposeful? Some kind of coded message or something? We should enjoy... baking our friends, or whatever?