You have to go.

But I’d rather not.

I get that. Sadly, that won’t be happening.

But…

You have to go to this meeting.

I hate meeting with clients.

you did this by yourself for years, though!

And I thought, partly, that having you guys here would allow me to not go to stupid client meetings.

You were wrong.

That’s terrific.

What’s the problem?

Clients… want things.

That’s their job. Our job is to give them those things, in exchange for money.

But most times they want dumb things.

And that’s why I need you there.

To hurt me by making me listen to dumb things?

I don’t know enough about what we can and can’t deliver yet. Do you want me to go and hear dumb things and not know why they’re dumb and then say yes?

No…

Because I could do that, but then you would have to deliver on those dumb things.

Argh!

Yes.

You sure you won’t know what to deny?

I mean sure we can’t make them a life-sized giant robot…

Yes we could!

We can do that?

Well, sure. But they couldn’t afford it.

See! This is the stuff I don’t know!

Well giant robots are a go.

Tiny ninja toys that turn invisible?

See-through plastics?

Oh, point. But can they go from painted to see-through?

Probably. Maybe. I don’t know.

You don’t?

I’m not God, Jake.

Well let’s hope they don’t ask for that then.

Good plan.

So go get a jacket and we can leave.

A jacket? It’s warm out.

A sports coat, a suit jacket, something nice to wear?

Why?

For the meeting!

This I did not do before.

Really?

Naw, I wear whatever and they deal with it because I’m an artist.

Nice. And here I am stuck in a suit.

Warm?

Yes.

Should’ve been an artist.

Man.

Anyway, fine. Let’s go.

All right. But on the way, I mean lemme ask you… light-up foam rubber nunchucks that make whistling noises when you swing them?

Easy!

Man where were you when I was a kid?