How’re the kids, Watson?
Caught little Billy making out with his girlfriend to a T-Pain album the other night.
Oh, my.
Yeah, talk about furious! I asked him, “Don’t you know how over-produced and ideologically bankrupt T-Pain’s music is??”
“At the very least, swap saliva to the well crafted though perhaps somewhat sophomoric lyrics of Taylor Swift!”
Kids these days.
I swear, if Kate and I didn’t keep such a tight rein on what the children consume—dietary-, culture-, and information-wise—they’d be just as obese, prescription drug-addled, and narrow-minded as the general American public!
God forbid you ever catch them using one of our fine products.
Shudder …
… If I ever found out that Billy had taken one puff of a cancer stick, I’d wring his scrawny, little neck.
And then promptly shovel an organic wild berry medley into it to get the antioxidants working those putrid chemicals out of his system!
All while keeping it out of the public eye, I’m sure.
Good PR has gone by the wayside, I’m afraid, Ms. Bronze, with Obama’s anti-smoking act. Hopefully our newly elected CEO can turn things around.
Speaking of Mr. Polk, where is he?
Hi, folks. Apologies for being late. Accidentally had my watch set to “CP time.”
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“China-Pacific” time … I just flew in from Shanghai.
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Let’s get right down to business: As we all know, President Obama’s Family Smoking Prevention Act is now a legal reality. What does this mean for our customers?
This legislation will prevent us from further labeling our cigarettes as “Mild” or “Ultra-light.”
These rhetorical tools have been invaluable in promoting the impression that these brands are somehow less dangerous.
Or, in the case of the latter term, vaguely futuristic—transported back through time somehow, carcinogen-free, and placed now in the Plexiglas cigarette case at one’s local grocer.
Also, there’s the new requirement for more visible warning labels that are to cover at least 30% of each package.
[Forcing us to reduce the size of our beloved mascot, Moe Llama, to such an extent that he’ll no longer be discernable to school children as an appealing, goofy-looking cartoon!]
Alright, let’s turn to solutions. Come on, people, we need to think outside of the pack, er uh, carton, er uh, box.
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Mr. Polk, sir ...
Yes, Watson? An idea?
Can I be excused to go to the restroo—?
No, focus, Watson ... Damn it, people, COME ON!!
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Put a cute baby on the front of every package?
Everyone does love babies … until they have one of their own, at least.
Hmm, yes, like toilet paper companies, we might employ the age-old tactic of displaying the image of an adorable child on the packaging to draw consumers’ focus from the disgusting nature of the commodity’s use.
In fact, what about baby-shaped tobacco pipes? ... Can be cradled in the arms, cries to alert you when it's time to smoke—
But ... wait ...
This better be good, Inez! I'm on a roll here.
Babies … That gives me an even better idea.
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