Our little play opens with our hero (Michael, a 54 soon to be 55 year old child) having what any parent would call a temper tantrum
(his arms flapping madly in a frustration that can not be denied while froth comes from the corners of his crazed mouth on his red almost ready to turn blue face as he stamps his feet to the tune of “I wants what I wants and I wants it now – an ever popular tune amongst the younger crowd).
Michael: “Shannon, are you listening.” (For those who don’t know Treefrog is the US distributor for Honour Bound products to the US market)
Michael: “Shannon, ship the Minute Man Honour Bound panther order, NOW!!!”
Our hero suddenly regains some semblance of self-control
and realizes what he must look like and how he must sound to the supplier of his “drug of choice.” And so, he suddenly looks like a little cherub on some Flemish painters canvas.
Michael: “Please.”