(Organ Music: Harvey and Martha are in their living room)
Martha (seated, looking up from videovision): Where are you going, Harvey?
Harvey (putting on protective suit): I'm going to the store.
Martha (gasps): But you know the smog's starting to settle in.
Harvey (look of grim determination): I'm out of cigarettes. I'm going to risk it.
Martha (desperate): Oh, don't go, Harvey, don't go!
Harvey (about to exit via airlock): But I must!
Martha (weeping): Did you at least put a fresh canister in your breather mask?
Harvey nods and leaves.
Harvey walks in the store via airlock.
Harvey (walking up to counter): That's what I like about you, Ed, (coughs) you keep your store open in spite of the smog.
Ed (grinning): Yeah, someone's always gotta risk their life to run to the store for an emergency. Mostly cigarettes or beer.
Harvey (shaking head): Almost got stuck in a garbage heap on the way. Then when I got out of the car, three mega-rats chased me down the alley.
Ed (shaking head in sympathy): Sure glad you got here okay, Harvey. What'll you have?
Harvey: My Death Smokes.
Ed: Alright, here y'are, one pack of Death Smokes. That'll be $43.80.
Harvey (surprised): Price up again? Good God!
Ed (holds out hands plaintively): It's that new building tax. Trying to get more money to seal up more of the old buildings before the smog dissolves 'em.
Harvey (pointing in dismay and exclaiming): Oh, no, look outside! It's raining!
Ed: It's okay, Harve, stick around until it's done. Y'don't wanna get acid burns, ya know.
Harvey: It's not that, Ed! It's my car! I didn't put up its portable garage when I parked it!
Ed: That's a shame, Harve. What's your deductible on your acid rain insurance?
Harvey (groaning): They cancelled it last month because I let three cars dissolve last year.
Ed (nods head towards window): Look, Harvey, the rain's stopped already! Maybe your car's not destroyed yet!
(Harvey dashes out the door)
(Back in Harvey and Martha's living room)
Martha (crying): I'm so glad you're back safe, Harvey.
Harvey (glum and brooding): Yeah, but I wasn't in time to save the car. I think the rain's getting worse; it used to take at least an hour to dissolve the car.
Martha (wiping away her tears): Or maybe they're just building the cars cheaper. I dropped my keys on the fender the other day and it cracked. But Harvey, as long as I have you, I don't care. You're worth a million cars to me.
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