Motivational Growth Page #3

when I called you scum. I think there's

an analog there. You can grab onto that. Relate to it.

The Mold:
Closer still.

Ian:
Some people don't like their own name,

I, personally, like mine.

This is why calling me anything

other than my proper name kind of...

(loud burp)

(coughing)

(knocking on door)

TV guy!

Don't worry buddy that's him,

that's the fix-it guy!

Hey, oh sh*t.

Box. Hi. What's going on?

Box:
They used to call me "Box the Ox."

Did you know that?

"Box" because I was a fighter

and "Ox" on account of me being naturally large.

I never knew what an ox was until my brother

who they called "Little Randall" on account of

him being even bigger than me,

told me it was like a bull, only dumber.

I didn't much like that, and it sort of

stuck with me for some time.

Recently, I went to visit Little Randall

in the stoney lonesome, you know what he says?

Ian:
What did he say-?

Box:
Shut up.

You know what he says?

He says, "There's old Box the Ox,

come to visit his big brother in the bucket!"

Ian:
Wow, I mean okay.

Box:
You ever been to a prison Folliver?

Ian:
I've never

Box:
Shut up.

They've gut these little booths you sit at

to visit with who ever it is you're

supposed to be visiting only you're separated

by this bullet-proof glass with little holes

drilled in so you can talk. There's this other

square hole down at the bottom where you can

put your hands through and shake hands

or if you have to or pass things through.

So I go like I'm going to shake Little Randall's hand

and he puts it in that little hole,

only it's both of his hands on account

of him being in the rings.

You know what I did then?

Shut up!

I took his one hand like I was gonna shake it,

but I pulled on it instead, and when his wrist

got stuck in that little square hole,

on account of the rings, you see,

I turned those hands around 'till the left one

was where the right one was

supposed to be, and the right one was

was where the left one was supposed to be.

Little Randall yelled like when you

stab a cow in the belly, and I was dragged away

by the bluebells all the while telling Little Randall

he shouldn't have called me dumb like that,

and at least I'm not in the bucket,

at least l got a building, and property,

and tenants who pay me rent,

and hands that still work like hands are supposed to.

Ian:
Look, if this is about back rent-

Box:
This isn't about back rent, Folliver, it's about family.

Little Randall thinks I got a situation

where I'm paid proper, he's got this idea

cause I told him and I'd hate to lie to my family.

Imagine what they'd say, yeah?

Ian:
Look-

Box:
Shut up.

I need some of that rent, I don't care how much,

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