1.)

(Shirtless Darren has fistfuls of GlenMarks, but it's never enough. Jack lounges on the floor in the background, legs propped up on the wall..)

DARREN: Damn!

JACK: Calm your tits dude, what is it?

DARREN: If we ain’t millionaires! What’s the point?

2.)

(Darren points at Jack to emphasize his point. Behind him, the wallpaper's thistle motif is visible.)

DARREN: We gotta go out again, and we don’t come back ’til we’re big time!

3.)

(Jack looks pleasant.)

JACK: Eh I guess so, but I have a date tonight so we better make the big time quick.

4.)

(Jack has a mild lament and Darren is putting a shirt on.)

JACK: But I haven’t got a stitch to wear.

DARREN:I know a place.

5.)

(The shirt has turned out to be Jack's CatCat shirt. He is unpleased.)

DARREN: It’s all swanky ’n’ shit...

JACK: Dude, I wore that shirt for three days.

6.)

(Darren renders his excuse as his sleeveless hoody is coiled in the background like an oversized poop, with a fly and everything.)

DARREN: Smells tolerable.

7.)

(Jack and Darren are walking into a business called "Red Boots" while the intertitle finishes the previous conversation.)

DARREN: (in intertitle.) Tonight, I’m gonna be draped in VanMeer.

8.)

(Inside, Jack looks pleasant and Darren is lost in thought.)

JACK: I’m surprised you know about anything fashion-y.

DARREN: I could never afford it on that Belfries loot.

9.)

(From behind we see them checking out black t-shirts and spiked accoutrement. Jack's pants are stuffed with money.)

JACK: Not a problem tonight, man.

DARREN: WT FUCK?! It’s all merch now?!

10.)

(A punk rocker with a monocle, blue spiked hair and moustache accosts them. His pink shirt reads "TAKE ACID"
    and the letters T,A, and E are in purple, the next A in forest green, and the K,C,I, and D are neon green.)

PRHD: I’m afraid it has been this way for some time now. You require something else?

DARREN: What are you?!

PRHD: A punk rock haberdasher, sir.

DARREN: SRSLY?

PRHD: Quite.

JACK: You don’t like any of the bands?

11.)

(A series of band shirts are displayed. "A Stillness" has a purple shirt with eyes weeping blood, "Steak Baby" has a butcher knife for the
T impaling flesh-colored bubbly letters of Baby while blood spatters below, "Charnel Haus" has some classy geometry, and "Tweed Suit"
   has a brown shirt with an abstracted tweed pattern flecked with red below. The letters W-E-E-D are green in the band name.)

DARREN: Stillness was like post-punk grandads when they bit janglecore styles.

Steak Baby are like, fuckin 12 year olds.

CH has a stuck-up stupid bassist.

Twee Shit are fascists, like, “Don’t puke in our drum kit Darren!”

12.)

(The Punk Rock HaberDasher apologizes to Darren, but our ragamuffin isn't worried.)

PRHD: I’m afraid that is all of our T-shirts. sir. I’m dreadfully-

DARREN: Don’t sweat it homie. I got this.

13.)

(Darren is wearing a black waist-length fur coat over the CatCat shirt, black sunglasses with neon green frames,
red plaid bondage pants, and neon green sneakers with lavender laces and neon yellow soles. Jack is wearing a
charcoal grey collared and cuffed shirt, with a black leather bondage harness, black pinstriped pants, and black
boots. He is in a classic horror movie pose while Darren slouches, and the sparkly background reps their splendor.)

PRHD: (In intertitle) Indeed, sir...

14.)

 (Darren makes Jack an offer he can't refuse, provoking a PRHD impression.)

DARREN: Ready to rob a shitload of ABMs?

JACK: Quite.