SCENE: Offices of London ad agency Subliminal, Persuader, & Manipulate, 1957.
Subliminal: “Gentlemen: I just got off the phone with Fry’s. We got a new giant bar to push, the 6D. I told them they should call it the 8D, but they said it’s not twice big. I told them, who gives a fuck—we’ve already gone down on Freud like a five-dollar slag with this campaign, so why not go all in?”
Manipulate: “I can tell you from experience that girls think 8 is the perfect size D.”
Persuader: “Can I borrow that dildo this weekend, Manipulate?”
Subliminal: “Shut-up, you cunts. Creatively, do we want to stick with illustration, or should we switch to photos?”
Manipulate: “Photos photos!!! I’ll do the casting! No men this round!”
Persuader: “I think we should stay with drawings of hot birds. That way, consumers can project themselves into the scene.”
Subliminal: “Whoa, Persuader. You been doing some reading?”
Persuader: “Packard’s new book is a gold mine, boss.”