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Date: June 3rd, 1966
Time: 3:00 PM
Place: Gotham City, New Jersey
Dick and his friends are watching TV. The afternoon news.
"...marking the seventh two manned flight in the United States. When asked to comment, Mr. Cernan stated"
Blip
"Holy power offage, John! Why'd you turn that off?"
"Don't be such a clod, Dick." says Greg, Dick's basketball teammate.
"Yeah, Dick. You know John's just a little crocked." Dan says, a fellow member of the student council, and a scrub on the basketball team.
"Hang that on me again, Dan." Dick says.
"Crocked. You know? Tight-headed, plastered, boozed? Crocked."
John finally speaks.
"Dan, you clyde! I'm clean. I'm hip. I'm choice. Flake off."
"Why do you always chop me like that, John?" asks Dan. "Besides, I've got to go to the magazine to drop off these Bruce Wayne publicity photos. The deadline is in ten minutes, my heels are on fire."
"Gee, Dan. You've got such a twitchin' job, hanging around all these moby pads, snapping pictures, receiving all this loot... my old man would never let me do that." Greg says.
"I've got to split now, guys. Bicycles don't go very fast."
Dan hops onto his yellow Schwinn and exits, saying "Can't wait 'til I'm old enough for wheels."
"I have to go now, too." says John. "This is about the time all the surf bunnies hit the beach."
"And I've got to buy some new threads at the mall for my date tonight." says Greg.
"It's just as well. My Aunt Harriet wants me to practice my Chopin."
Date: June 3rd, 1966
Time: 3:00 PM
Place: Gotham City, New Jersey
Dick and his friends are watching TV. The afternoon news.
"...marking the seventh two manned flight in the United States. When asked to comment, Mr. Cernan stated"
Blip
"Holy power offage, John! Why'd you turn that off?"
"Don't be such a clod, Dick." says Greg, Dick's basketball teammate.
"Yeah, Dick. You know John's just a little crocked." Dan says, a fellow member of the student council, and a scrub on the basketball team.
"Hang that on me again, Dan." Dick says.
"Crocked. You know? Tight-headed, plastered, boozed? Crocked."
John finally speaks.
"Dan, you clyde! I'm clean. I'm hip. I'm choice. Flake off."
"Why do you always chop me like that, John?" asks Dan. "Besides, I've got to go to the magazine to drop off these Bruce Wayne publicity photos. The deadline is in ten minutes, my heels are on fire."
"Gee, Dan. You've got such a twitchin' job, hanging around all these moby pads, snapping pictures, receiving all this loot... my old man would never let me do that." Greg says.
"I've got to split now, guys. Bicycles don't go very fast."
Dan hops onto his yellow Schwinn and exits, saying "Can't wait 'til I'm old enough for wheels."
"I have to go now, too." says John. "This is about the time all the surf bunnies hit the beach."
"And I've got to buy some new threads at the mall for my date tonight." says Greg.
"It's just as well. My Aunt Harriet wants me to practice my Chopin."