Boob Tube Brain

Ten-year-old Milton Dunsmuir loved watching television. (A living room. Expressionless, Milton watches a TV program as his teen-aged brother Morton stands on the perimeter.) Morton: Didn't you already see that one? Milton: Yeah, but I wasn't paying attention. His unorthodox curriculum developed new areas of his brain. (The living room. Expressionless, the Dunsmuir brothers sit on the couch and watch a TV program.) Morton: Darn! Why do they always cut it off in the middle of a good scene like that? Milton: Gee but I love my ... G-W-G's ... Morton: What the hell? TV: And now for a word from our sponsor... Gee but I love my... During a crisis, his power was undeniable. (Expressionless, Milton watches TV with Morton and Morton's friend when the power goes out.) Friend: Aw! Right before the climax! Morton: Don't worry about it. Milton, you're up! Milton: (having taken position in front of the set with a flashlight in his face) Holy vats filled with sulfuric acid, Batman! How are we gonna get out of this one? (The others sigh with relief.) Don't worry, Robin. As usual, they forgot to strip us of our utility belts. Did you remember to pack your bat trampoline? The coma must go on with Milton Dunsmuir, the Boob Tube Brain.
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