The Giant: What’s with all this Obey shit?
Che: I thought you would know.
The Giant: Was this some sort of catch phrase of mine? I don’t remember saying this to people.
Che: It’s everywhere.
The Giant: I know. Shouldn’t I be suing someone?
Che: Speaking of suing people, what the fuck am I doing on all these t-shirts? I fucking hate capitalism. Why are these people wearing my image on a piece of clothing?
The Giant: Are they doing it ironically?
Che: No, I think they literally think they’re endorsing my message by purchasing expensive shirts with my face on it.
The Giant: Barely looks like you really.
Che: Yeah, it looks more like a George Clooney version of me.
The Giant: Obey what though? What am I telling them to obey?
Che: I feel like I should literally murder these people who are trying to make money off my image. That’s like my thing – warfare against exploitation.
The Giant: Am I the one obeying?
Che: I’m serious, if I see another one of these fucking hipsters wearing a shirt with me on it, I am going to ruthlessly kill them. I’m talking about slashing their throats.
The Giant: It sounds like you hate being on those shirts.
Che: I do. I really do.
[Silence. Che takes a deep breath and settles down.]
Che: I loved you in The Princess Bride, by the way.
The Giant: Thanks a lot. I really enjoyed making that. Great group of folks.