TATI: “Hup, hup!” I remember this one, Tony!
TONY: You do? I guess that means you like it, huh?
TATI: Yes, I do! I even remember we wrote a little silly poem for this picture. Do you remember it?
TONY: “Three little Soldiers stand in a row,
Two stand straight and the other bends low.
Along comes the Sergeant and what do you think?
Off pops her halter, quick as a wink.
Bless them and their tiny bazooms,
Their strap-on guns and primed vavooms.
Four little Soldiers ready to blow,
To make sweet jiggy and war not sow.”
TATI: Hee hee hee… exactly. Well, now I’m going to be deadly serious. Where are their epaulettes?
TONY: Eppa—what? I’m not sure what you mean.
TATI: And I’m not sure about ‘bazooms’ and ‘vavooms’.
TONY: Well. Erm. Ahem. Why don’t you just google those, Tati?
TATI: So google ‘epaulette’ and don’t ask questions!
TONY: Okay! Okay! Yeesh…
TATI: Have you served in the military?
TONY: I’m relieved to say that I haven’t.
TATI: I won’t blame you for that. Neither have I. What inspired you to draw this image? Why soldiers?
TONY: There’s a British sitcom that I absolutely adore called Toast of London. It has an opening title sequence that features marching girls, and it’s such a striking visual that I wanted to draw my own version of it.
TATI: Do you consider military girls sexy?
TONY: Generally, no. I don’t have a weird fetish for them or anything. I just like these particular military girls. There’s something undeniably sexy about the way they march across the screen in their bearskin hats and brief bikinis. And there’s something oddly compelling about their flat chests too.
TATI: Poor bears! I protest!
TONY: Well, you have a point there. Those hats are made from the skins of real American black bears. It’s a bit cruel to be sure.
TATI: A bit?! It’s outrageously cruel!
TONY: Yes, a poor choice of word on my part…
Tati runs away, leaving a thick dust trail behind her. Tony blinks in confusion.
TONY: I’ll never understand this flighty girl…
Tati rushes back with a piece of paper and shoves it under Tony’s nose. He blinks some more.
TONY: Erm… what is this?
TATI: A petition! Sign it! Now!
TONY: What’s it for? To get more flat chested women on telly?
Tati hits Tony over the head with the petition. He gives her a confused look.
TONY: What?! It’s a worthy cause!
TATI: Will you sign it or not?
TONY: Fine! Razzin’ frazzin’…
Tony begrudgingly signs the petition. Tati then snatches it from his hand and rushes out the door. He calls after her.
TONY: So… can I post my drawing on our blog?
Faintly, Tati’s voice comes from far away.
TATI: Not on your nelly!
Tony smiles to himself.
TONY: Did she say more flat chested women on telly? I think so. Excellent!