Dr. Smith’s donation – ALL NEW
Hypnosis
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Dr Smith decides that he has a TV he would like to donate to Goodwill too. Skeptical, Darren follows him to check it out. Dr Smith tells him that the TV is in perfect condition, so he needs to turn it on so that Darren can see how good it works. The TV is turned on and initiates the black/white spiral that ultimately hypnotizes him.
DARREN: Is just about ready to call off taking the donation “You know what, these clothes really aren’t acceptable. They’re too old, too worn out – the style is not even of this century! You’re almost pushing your poor taste on us.”
DR SMITH: “Poor taste?”
DARREN: “Yes! You think anyone is going to buy clothes this ugly and out-of-date? Nothing you’re giving away is in style, we’re just going to end up throwing them out anyway.”
DR SMITH: “That’s… Not really any reason to insult my style or taste in clothing.”
DARREN: “If you had any, I wouldn’t be complaining, now would I?”
DR SMITH: “… Say, Goodwell takes electronics, right?”
DARREN: “Functioning ones, yes.”
DR SMITH: “Ok, because now that I think about it, I’ve been thinking about getting rid of my TV as well.”
DARREN: “God forbid.”
DR SMITH: “Excuse me? You’re not really showing that trademark ‘Service With A Smile’ right now.”
DARREN: “You’re not giving me much reason to.”
DR SMITH: “Right. Right.” Nods, clearly aggitated, “Well, let me show you the TV, and see about taking it down to send over.”
DARREN: “Alright.” Follows Dr Smith. The scene cuts to Dr Smith and Darren approaching the TV. “Now, before we do ANYTHING, we need to make sure this thing even works.”
DR SMITH: “Of course.”
DARREN: “Because I am NOT wasting my time and effort with a half-baked screen. I’m already wasting enough patience with a half-baked-”
DR SMITH: “Can I turn it on, or are you going to keep being a prick?”
DARREN: “… Fine, turn it on.”
DR SMITH: “Got it…” Turns on the TV, and the screen immediately shows the black and white spiral.
DARREN: Scoffs, “Ok, what is this?”
DR SMITH: “Screensaver. Just gotta give it a minute.” Steps back away from the screen.
DARREN: Rolls his eyes and keeps looking at the TV. His eyes droop slowly, his face gradually goes vacant, his mouth is slightly ajar.
DR SMITH: “So? You think it’s working?”
DARREN: “Is… Uuuhhh…?”
DR SMITH: “Exactly, just keep looking at the screen. Gotta make sure the TV is working.”
DARREN: “TV… Yeah, it’s uh… Working…” Darren’s arms let loose as his shoulders slump as he slowly gets drawn in.
DR SMITH: “Now… I’m going to count from 10.”
DARREN: “You’re… Guh… 10…” Is hardly able to think straight.
DR SMITH: “When I get to 1, you will fall into a deep trance. Your mind will be completely open, and you will do any and everything I tell you.”
DARREN: “I uh… Trah… My, whaaa?”
DR SMITH: “10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”
DARREN: Eyes flutter and he blinks once, and then he stares at the TV, in a complete daze.
DR SMITH: Waves his hand up and down Darren’s face, and then grins as he turns off the TV “Yep. It’s completely functional alright. Now let’s get down to business…”
LEOPARD-PRINT BRIEFS
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DR SMITH: “Ok Darren. When I say ‘Wake’, you will walk out in those briefs and walk and talk like a caveman gorilla.”
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FADE TO THE STAGE
DR SMITH: Is talking to the camera, “Hello and welcome to my fashion show! Today, my man Darren is going to be showing off some of my new clothes and showing off how to act with each outfit – each with its own quirky personality!”
DARREN: Calls out from the unseen background, “I’m not doing this, you jackass! And you can’t make me.”
DR SMITH: “Yes you will, yes I can, and you just gave me a good idea for a trigger later.”
DARREN: “I’m not doing this!”
DR SMITH: “Right, so let’s get started, and I hope you all enjoy the show. Darren, when I snap my fingers, you’re going to strut out with what you’re wearing, and act like how I told you to.”
DARREN: “Go screw yourself you freaking-”
DR SMITH: “And begin!” Snaps his fingers. “Wake!”
DARREN: Walks along the catwalk ‘stage’ area, wearing some leopard-print tighty-whities, hunched over in posture and his arms are dangling down. His eyes are crossed and his lips are puckered like an ape’s as he huffs like a monkey, “Hoo hoo hoo,”
DR SMITH: “First up, we got this very snazzy leopard underpants from the ‘New-Age Neanderthal’ collection.”
DARREN: “Me angry! Me want clothes!” Darren growls with a deepened voice.
DR SMITH: “As you can see, our model has embraced the part of a big caveman wearing some tight undies.”
DARREN: “Hoo, HOoo, HOO!” Poses by scratching his arm bits, standing on one leg and doing an odd dance.
DR SMITH: “Who needs to go to the zoo when you have a perfectly good monkey right here? Say hello to the viewers, Tarzan!”
DARREN: “AHHHHH-UAHUAAAAHHHHH!” Slaps his fists on his pecs while yowling, “AWAWAWAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
DR SMITH: “Very nice, that is excellent!”
DARREN: “Hoo hoo hoo!” Walks back along the catwalk, hunched and primitive.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE TO SAGE’S TRANCED FACE
SPEEDO
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DR SMITH: “Ok Darren. When I say ‘Wake’, you’re going to make your way down the walkway striking some manly poses as you go. And every time you are about to protest or antagonize me, you will squat down and move your arms like you’re hitting a volleyball.”
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FADE BACK TO THE STAGE
DR SMITH: Snaps his fingers, “Wake! Next, we have a personal favorite as this big ol beach bum makes his way out of the shore and into the room!”
DARREN: Is flexing his arms as he goes, walking wide-stanced with his legs as he strikes a pose with each step along the catwalk.
DR SMITH: “Darren is sporting a tight speedo from the ‘Nudie Neptune’ foundation, showing off all kinds of manliness that you can only get across seas.”
DARREN: “This is ridiculous, pal! I’m not-” Irks as he gets squats down, grips his hands together, and hits the air like he’s hitting a volleyball.
DR SMITH: “Revealing spandex is not gonna stop THIS stud from playing ball, folks! Anyone up for a game of volleyball with this hunk?”
DARREN: “This isn’t funny!” Continues to flex Herculean poses as he reaches the front of the ‘stage’, “If you don’t cut this out, I’m gonna-” Squats down again and hits another invisible volleyball.
DR SMITH: “So if you’re into watersports on the surf and turf, Darren will tell you himself that he’s up to getting wet anytime, anywhere!”
DARREN: “You CAN’T be serious!”
DR SMITH: “At the beeeaaach, Darren, relax! You’ll need your snorkel gear, of course.” Chuckles as Darren flexes as he walks back down the runway.
DARREN: “Dammit, you are a freaking-” Squats again with his back turned to the camera, hitting the volleyball again and flexing more as he struts away.
DR SMITH: “Ya don’t see THAT everyday at the pier, do ya?
FADE TO BLACK
FADE TO SAGE’S TRANCED FACE
THONG
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DR SMITH: “Ok Darren. When I say ‘Wake’, you are going to do some sexy dancing as you move down the walkway. You’re going to try and seduce me with a lap dance and you will be unable to stop yourself from doing all this.”
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FADE BACK TO THE STAGE
DR SMITH: “Next, we got a special request for those of you who like to get a little naughty.” Snaps his fingers, “Wake!”
DARREN: Grooves his hips and dances his way down the catwalk, “Dr Smith, this is out of control! I am NOT into this!”
DR SMITH: “You don’t have to be, Darren.” Chuckles as Darren can’t stop himself from dancing like a party boy, “Darren is now wearing just one of many man-flossing thongs from the ‘Forever Fratboy’ wardrobe.”
DARREN: Reaches the front of the stage and starts to give Dr Smith a lapdance, “Dammit, this is humiliating!”
DR SMITH: “This skimpy treasure will make you wanna dance for beer pong and wreck the party keg like that hot initiation night when you first got into college!”
DARREN: “My college years were NOTHING like this!”
DR SMITH: “Of course they were, and boy were those parties phenomenal! When you were chugging the booze, you were hitting the books and dancing the pole for extra cash.”
DARREN: “Agh, so what’re you saying??” Darren snarls as he continues to twirl and dance like a gogo dancer, “You think I was some kind of stripper in college?!”
DR SMITH: “If you weren’t, you sure have ME fooled!”
DARREN: “Fuck, stop this, Dr Smith! I can’t let people see this!” Starts to dance down the catwalk like it’s a party.
DR SMITH: “Don’t worry, you won’t!” He calls after him. He smirks, leans a bit to the camera and whispers behind his hand, “But I sure as hell will.”
FADE TO BLACK
FADE TO SAGE’S TRANCED FACE
WRESTLER’S SINGLET
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DR SMITH: “Ok Darren. When I say ‘Wake’, you are going to be eager and ready to do some competitive wrestling. You will challenge anyone to throw down with you before you challenge me to a match. You will act cocky and talk a big game to me until I accept your challenge. However, upon starting, you will have no strength, you will not be able to beat me, and you will completely exaggerate every time I touch you as if I am relentlessly defeating you.”
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FADE BACK TO THE STAGE
DR SMITH: “Up next, we got a competitive wrestler joining the fun. Standing at 6ft tall, weighing up to 200 pounds of hot muscle, here comes Goodwill Darren!”
DARREN: Leaps to the side and is immediately in the attack stance – crouched down, arms at the ready and he scurries over, looking serious as heck to get with a fighter.
DR SMITH: “Wearing the latest edition from our ‘Rockin Crushers’ collection, Darren is ready to rumble in this form-fitting singlet.”
DARREN: “Who wants to go?!” Darren called out to the ‘audience’, “You wanna take me?! How bout you?! I will freaking smash you, BITCH!”
DR SMITH: “Yeah! Looks like he’s ready to rock, folks!”
DARREN: “How about YOU, boy?” Darren points to Dr Smith, “I’mma crush you between my legs, man!”
DR SMITH: “Heh, you want to take ME on? Seriously? I’m no professional, I’ve never even did wrestling in college.”
DARREN: Gloats and stands up with his hands on his hips, “Ohhhh I see how it is…” He leans in at Dr Smith’s face, “Candy ass bitch, huh? You gonna run off like some little priss?”
DR SMITH: Slumps shoulders and gives a ‘are you kidding me’ look to the camera. Then turns back to Darren, “Alright, Darren. You wanna do this? I got ya.”
DARREN: “That’s what I’m talking about, princess, yeah.” Darren smirks and gets ready, “I’m gonna come at you, sweetie girl!”
DR SMITH: “Yep, I’m ready.” Puts his own hands on his hips as Darren gets primed.
DARREN: “Alrighty, here comes ME!” Charges forth and throws his arms around Dr Smith’s sides, “AAARRRRGGGGHHH!” Grunts and snarls hard and loud, attempting to throw Dr Smith over his shoulder… But is unable to make Dr Smith budge.
DR SMITH: “Yes. I can feel the submission overwhelming me.”
DARREN: “RRRGGHH! You’re mine, little girl! RRRGGHHH!” Rushes around behind Dr Smith and attempts a half-nelson, but is unable to even make Dr Smith move.
DR SMITH: “Psh, yeah.” Scoffs, “You have the ravenous thrashing power of a Beanie Baby.”
DARREN: “I’m gonna make you MY baby bitch,” He grabs Dr Smith by the knee and the back and tries to flip him over, but has no strength, “Freaking… Rrrggghh!”
DR SMITH: “Ok, I’m gonna put you out of your misery now.” Steps to the side and gives Darren a very light slap on the abs.
DARREN: “AAOOOOH!” Holds his stomach, like he’s just been punched hard.
DR SMITH: Gives Darren a pat on the back.
DARREN: “Gah-HAAAH! Agghh!” Flops hard on his hands and knees, grunting and wincing like he’s in actual pain, “You… You’re not going to beat me!”
DR SMITH: “Uh-huh. Beat this.” Casually taps his foot on Darren’s side.
DARREN: “AAOOHH!” Exaggeratingly flops onto his back, panting hard, “Stop! I can’t take this! I’m begging you!”
DR SMITH: “Yeah yeah, lets get you in your place.” Takes Darren’s ankles and lifts them up while standing over his shoulders.
DARREN: “Ah! Ow! Mercy! For the love of GOD!”
DR SMITH: “Say you’re a princess.”
DARREN: “I’m a princess! I’m a freaking pretty little princess! OWWW!”
DR SMITH: “Tell me why Mario couldn’t find you.”
DARREN: “I was in another castle for fuck’s sake!”
DR SMITH: “Doing whaaat?”
DARREN: “Sucking Bowser’s dick or something!!”
DR SMITH: “Good girl.” Lets Darren’s legs fall and steps aside.
DARREN: “Agghh…” Groans and winces as he slowly gets up.
DR SMITH: “Yeah yeah, moaning and groaning, go hit the showers, pansy.”
FADE TO BLACK
FADE TO SAGE’S TRANCED FACE
JOCKSTRAP
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DR SMITH: “Ok Darren. When I say ‘Wake’, you are going to act out some sport poses – like, baseball, football, basketball, which ever you like. Furthermore, when I say the word ‘Player’, you will answer back with ‘Yes Coach’ and do exactly what I tell you to do.”
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FADE BACK TO THE STAGE
DR SMITH: “Alrighty! Moving on, give a supportive athlete a round of applause as he comes in with America’s favorite no-homo garment – the classic jockstrap!”
DARREN: Struts down the catwalk, striking a pose and moving his arms as he swings an imaginary baseball bat.
DR SMITH: “Because nothing says ‘manly’ and ‘straight’ than hanging loose in the lockers with the guys wearing a hot bulge and letting your ass breathe.”
DARREN: Mimes dribbling a basketball before throwing it into the imaginary basket.
DR SMITH: “An oldie but goodie, a jockstrap has got everything you need to make sure you can play ball while protecting your balls.
DARREN: “Two-Fifty-Two!” Squats down like he is a quarterback for football, “Blue-Twenty-One!”
DR SMITH: “Complete with a protective cup for a good game.” Reaches down between Darren’s legs and gives his package a few knocks to hit the hard shell inside.
DARREN: “Mmff, mff, HIKE!” Doubles back and throws an imaginary football out.
DR SMITH: “Built for mobility and comfort, the jockstrap is an all-round favorite for any self-respecting athlete ready to duke it out on the field.”
DARREN: Does a few stretches and really show off his excellent physique. Turns around and does some extra stretches to show off his behind.
DR SMITH: “Strong, flexible, and fast, Darren is just about raring to go and score one for the home team. Watch this folks: LISTEN UP, PLAYER!”
DARREN: Triggered, Darren whips around and stands at attention, “Yes Coach!”
DR SMITH: “I want you to drop and give me 20 Pushups! DROP AND GIVE ME 20!”
DARREN: “Yes Coach!” Drops down and starts doing some push-ups. “1… 2… 3… 4…”
DR SMITH: Puts his foot on Darren’s back as he goes up and down, “I can’t hear you!”
DARREN: “FIVE! … SIX! … SEVEN … EIGHT! … NINE! … TEN!”
DR SMITH: “Ok, player, now get on your back and give me so crunches!
DARREN: “Yes Coach!” Flips over and starts to work out, “11! 12! 13! 14! 15!”
DR SMITH: “Come on, I want to see you sweat, Player.”
DARREN: “Yes Coach! 16! 17! 18! 19! 20!”
DR SMITH: “Very good. Let’s see some Jumping Jacks, Player.”
DARREN: “Yes Coach!” Gets up and starts doing Jumping Jacks.
DR SMITH: Admires Darren and makes him work out a bit more before stopping. “Ok, that’s enough, Player.”
DARREN: “Yes Coach!” Stops and stands at attention, panting.
DR SMITH: “Very nice. Now go take a few laps.”
DARREN: “Yes Coach” Turns around to leave and starts trotting.
DR SMITH: Gives Darren’s ass a hard spank and sends him back down the catwalk.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE TO SAGE’S TRANCED FACE
BIB OVERALLS
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DR SMITH: “Ok Darren. When I say ‘Wake’, you are going to believe you are a country bumpkin and talk with a Southern accent. Furthermore, you will respond to the following trigger words:
Chicken – Cluck and flap like a chicken for 5 seconds.
Jackass – Bray like a donkey while doing a solitary square dance.
Bull – Moo long and loud like a cow.”
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FADE BACK TO THE STAGE
DR SMITH: Snaps his fingers “Wake! Coming up next, we got a special treat from the ‘Sunny Side Rednecks’ foundation.”
DARREN: “Howdy, yall!” Comes out wearing a straw hat and bib overalls with the legs cut very short to show off his thighs, and with the butt-flap hanging wide open to show his ass off. “Gosh darn it, Mr S.” He says in a country accent, “I ain’t got time for all this fancy showmanship stuff.”
DR SMITH: “What, you gotta see to the chickens?”
DARREN: “Buk-kawk!” Puts his fists in his exposed armpits and starts flapping, “Baaawwrrk buk buk buk…” Clucks for 5 seconds and blinks back awake and looks at Dr Smith bewildered, “How you do that?”
DR SMITH: “Nevermind that. The sooner we get the show on, the sooner you can work on the farm.”
DARREN: “Ahright now.” Darren walks forth, grinning goofily as he waves to the ‘audience’ and chuckles like a hick, “You got a purty place here, Doc.”
DR SMITH: “Thanks, Darren.” Smiles, “You’re not such a jackass after all.”
DARREN: “Hee-HAAAW! Hee-HAW!” Does a rodeo dance with his fists down and together while his legs kick on either side of him, “Hee-HAAAW!” Stops and looks at himself, “Uuhhh, why’d Ah do that again?”
DR SMITH: “Not a clue.” He grins and pats Darren’s shoulder, “Anyway, these classic overalls are a rustic throw-back to the life and times on the Prairie, fresh from the Value Village bargain bin.”
DARREN: “Wow, dat’s some fancy shoppin’ now.” Darren says, amazed.
DR SMITH: “Yep. And that’s no bull.”
DARREN: “MooooOOOOOOOOooo!” Moos out loud and shakes his head, “Mayn, Ah gots me some weird head stuff in mah noggin, sir.”
DR SMITH: “Maybe it was all that traffic you ran into while coming over here? I bet some jackass cut you off.”
DARREN: “Hee-HAW! Hee-HAAW!” Starts braying like a donkey and does a short square-dance again, “Hot dayum, sum’s wrong with me, Ah’ll tell you wut.”
DR SMITH: “I apologize, Ladies and Gentlemen,” Says to the camera, “You’ll have to forgive American Gothic here, he must’ve been tackled by a bull this morning.”
DARREN: “MoooOOOOOOooo! Aha, hah, guess Ah’m just havin onna those days.”
DR SMITH: “Yeah, I agree. Maybe you should go visit the chickens until you feel better.”
DARREN: “Buk-kawwwk!” Starts flapping and clucking again.
DR SMITH: “Ok, turn around now, chicken boy.”
DARREN: “Bawk! Buk-gawk!” Continues to flap and cluck longer for 5 seconds while he turns.
DR SMITH: “And as you can see, these stylish overalls come with a convenient butt-flap to expose that fantastic farmboy ass, primed for laying eggs.”
DARREN: “Buuuuk-buk, buk, buk, buk…” Snaps out of it and chuckles as he wiggles his bottom, “No wonder I’m acting like a chicken, maybe I just wanna lay some eggs!”
DR SMITH: “That could be one theory, jackass.” Grins
DARREN: “Hee-HAAAW! Hee-HAW!” Brays uncontrollably again.
DR SMITH: “Alright, how about you got hit the hay loft and make sure the bull’s out the pasture.”
DARREN: “You got it Mr MooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooo!” Walks off, estranged and chuckling again as he goes.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE TO SAGE’S TRANCED FACE
NUDE
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DR SMITH: “Ok Darren. When I say ‘Wake’, you’re going to come out completely naked, and smiling like it’s the best thing in the world. When you stand next to me, however, you will start to masturbate, but don’t know you’re doing it and will not think you are doing it at all. Also, when you or I start to talk about going to church, you get even more horny and turned on until you shoot your load.”
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FADE BACK TO THE STAGE
DR SMITH: Snaps his fingers “Wake! And last, but not least, we have a very elegant presentation for all of you, as Darren shows off his one, his only, his very fashionable birthday suit!”
DARREN: Darren struts down the runway, completely nude, grinning as he does a few very suggestive poses as he goes, puckering his lips to the side, walking before flexing and rolling his hips before he walks more and strikes a pose for the camera.
DR SMITH: “At the end of the day, what outfit goes better with anything than the skin on your back. Darren is sporting his inspired ensemble from our prestigious collection, ‘Bare-Assed Bachelors’ and ‘Cocky Cucks’.”
DARREN: “Yep, and it is super great to be hear for you all to see.” His grinning while his hand starts to play with his dick.
DR SMITH: “Ahahaha, you really think this is a good time to be doing that, Darren?”
DARREN: “Doing what, judge?” He asks casually.
DR SMITH: “Masturbating in the middle of a fashion show?”
DARREN: “Oh I’d NEVER do that, what would the sponsors think?”
DR SMITH: Scoffs and chuckles as Darren unknowingly flops his penis around, “Heh heh heh, we’ll find out eventually.” He mutters under his breath, “So! While we have Darren up front and center here, tell us about your average Sunday morning.”
DARREN: “Sure thing, Dr Smith!” Smiles with a nod of his chin, “Me and my wife, we just have breakfast and uh… Hoo, mmff” His face looks like he’s mildly turned on, “We get ready for church.”
DR SMITH: “Cool, cool. Church is good.”
DARREN: “Yeah, I put on my suit and tie, get dressed nice and casual…” Pants a little as he jerks off, “My wife, she puts on her pink dress with a flower hat and this sparkly angel brooch…”
DR SMITH: “I see.” Nods and watches Darren’s hand go to down on his cock, “Go on.”
DARREN: “Then we head into church and listen to the sermons from Reverend, whooaaa…” Staggers a bit as he gets even hornier, “Reverend Hancock… Oh yeah… The fuckin sermons, ogh…”
DR SMITH: “Yeah, I see. Wouldn’t you like to be the reverend once in a while though? You know, tell everyone about Moses and Jesus’s preachings and all that?”
DARREN: “Oooohhhh God, yeeeess!” Masturbates harder as he starts tweaking his nipples.
DR SMITH: Chuckles as he reaches over and pinches his other nipple.
DARREN: “I’d give those sermons and speeches soooo hard… Oh fuck yeah…!”
DR SMITH: “Yeah, that’d be great, huh? Telling all those Christians about Leviticus and Exodus and all that. Read out direct quotes from the bible, right?”
DARREN: “Oh fuck yes, I’d read the shit out of the bible!” His hand goes wild on his cock.
DR SMITH: “Heck, then you’d be conducting the choir as everyone gets ready for worship.”
DARREN: “Oh fuck, oh God! Oh GOD!”
DR SMITH: “Oh, you bout ready to cum?”
DARREN: “A-Ahhh! Oh FFFFFFFFUUUUUUU-”
DR SMITH: “Whoa!”
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Darren moans out loud as he’s about to shoot a huge orgasm, and then the screen blanks out to [TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES PLEASE STAND BY] While the screen is sounding a long bleep noise.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE BACK INTO THE LIVING ROOM
The session comes to a close with Darren packing up the last of Dr Smith’s old clothes.
DARREN: Is now putting Dr Smith’s donation clothing back into the box. He is now wearing a neon green Borat suspender-thong, clown shoes, white gloves, a rainbow afro, and a red ball on his nose. “Gosh, just, I can’t thank you enough for this generous donation, Dr Smith.”
DR SMITH: “It’s nothing, really.” Chuckles as he watches Darren work and pick up one of the older shirts.
DARREN: “No, seriously.” Holds up the worn out polo, “This is premium apparel you’re giving away here! You have any idea just what this shirt is worth alone? Goodwill hardly EVER gets garments this glamorous.” Packs the shirt in.
DR SMITH: “Well… Yeah.” Smirks and nods.
DARREN: “And this lingerie?? You’re seriously telling me these aren’t new??” Holds up a pair of old underpants with a few holes here and there, “This is certified vintage, Dr Smith! And these pants!” Picks up some jeans where the seams are somewhat ripped, “These pants are limited edition, why would you EVER give them away??”
DR SMITH: “What can I say? I’m a giver.”
DARREN: Smiles and tapes up the large box. “I just, I can’t get over this score. This stuff is dynamite.”
DR SMITH: “I uh… I gotta say, sometimes I think I don’t really have a sense of taste in fashion.” He says, quoting what Darren told him BEFORE he was hypnotized. “Like I just flop into a closet and walk out looking like a hobo.”
DARREN: “Hey.” Stands up and points at him, “You have exquisite taste, Mister.” Stretches one of the straps of the Borat thong, “Believe me. I know good quality clothes when I see it.” Snaps it back to his chest and tucks both thumbs under both straps to bounce his bulge around, “And you sir. You should be running your own brand.”
DR SMITH: “Heh heh, if you say so, Darren.”
DARREN: “Oh, I ALWAYS say so.” He pats Dr Smith’s shoulder and bends over to pick up the donation box. “Right, I’m gonna head out now. Please call me back when you have anymore donations, sir.”
DR SMITH: “You got it.” Leans in to give Darren a hard spank on the butt.
DARREN: “Ooh! Heh heh heh.” Grins as he walks awkwardly in his clown shoes, “I’m gonna wear my new outfit everyday this week.”
DR SMITH: “Uh-huh. That is good. To. Know.” Nods and grins as Darren leaves off-camera. Dr Smith then waves goodbye, “See ya later, Jackass!”
DARREN: “Hee-HAAAW! Hee-HAAAAW!!” Brays from behind the camera.
THE END
