Brainstorm

A group of advertising executives are attempting to come up with an idea for a 30 minute advertisement for a consumer jet pack. They are becoming quite popular as demand for gasoline continues to decline as green energy rises. Jet packs are the last hurrah of the patrol-fuel era.

“Okay, so a guy is late for work. He takes a look at his sissy automobile and imagines himself stuck in traffic; then, he takes a look over at his jet pack, and instead we cut to him flying over all of the other cars.”

“Alright, I’ve got it. To show how safe they are, a dozen laughing babies in jetpacks. Nevermind, you still need a license, The FAA would be all over our asses.”

“A giant monster is taking a woman to the top of a building and a guy with a jet pack saves her.”

“What the hell, Ron? Are you still living in the last millennium? Damsels in distress are out–old hat–no good.”

“Same thing, role reversal?”

“Aggressive, perhaps, but effective.”

“Prison break–never mind.”

“I’ve got it. People watching birds fly over the course of history–like Leonardo Da Vinci. Then finally, a person flying through or with a flock of birds on a jet pack.”

“How about this? A guy with a jet pack flies over indigenous people’s villages as they point and speak mumbo jumbo. The subtitles say, ‘it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s… God.”

“Are you kidding?”

“That’s really messed up.”

“I think that’s racist or too close to home or something.”

“He has a point though. We aren’t selling jet packs to poor people…”

“Um… How about some tag lines?”

“Are you up or are you down? Maybe throw in some sad people and some happy people.”

“Why don’t we just make the damn tag line, ‘Got money? If not f*** you!'”

Kenneth left the company. They don’t talk about him anymore; Kenneth became a socialist.