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HAROLD. A seller of smells.
CHRIS. A prospective customer.
SCENE. LIGHTS DOWN as things get arranged. HAROLD is sitting at a card table with inflated ziploc baggies. LIGHTS UP. CHRIS approaches.
CHRIS: (sniffs) I smell a smelly smell that smells smelly.
HAROLD: Bah! You smell the smelly smell of your upper lip, perhaps. Or perhaps you smell the smelly smell of the last arse you puckered up to. But my smells --
(HAROLD indicates the inflated ziploc baggies.)
HAROLD: My smells, they are sublime.