Bonus Features - Marketing Genius

"You know, I really feel like I should have been in this one more," Skeleton Man says. "Like, honestly, at this point, I think I'm main character material you know?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the goofy bad guy?" Dustbunny asks. "Like, the small fry who only serves to make the real villain look even more heinous?"

Jim Bones takes a sip of his coffee. As you can imagine it spills all down his ribs, and across his clothes and into the floor. Intern Debbie, who's job it is to follow Jim around and make sure he behaves, pulls the rag out of her back pocket and begins to clean up the mess. She does a good job.

Thank you intern Debbie.

"But that's what I'm saying," Jim leans forward, gesturing with a skeleton hand. "You don't have The Broken World, without Jim Bones now do you? We're talking… talking merch, conventions, think of the cosplay chicks at cons who are going to be donning a fedora and leather trench coat."

"The Dustbunny plushies!" Dust squeals in excitement. "Do you think they'll have Dustbunny plushies?"

"Hm…" Jim sits back, "I mean maybe, but look kid, I don't want you to get your hopes up. It's tricky, this show business thing."

"Aw man…" Dust's ears droop a little. "Will they have skeleton man plushies?"

"Oh, absolutely," Jim nods, very sure of himself. He takes another sip of coffee.

You're doing great Debbie.

"But here's the deal, Bunny," Jim says, "I'm trying to be realistic alright? So hear me out here. Plushies are a good start, cosplay at conventions, another great start. Panels, interviews, book signings, all of that is great." He pauses for dramatic effect. "But what about the breakfast?" He gestures with his hands, as if he can see it now, the neon sign like a flickering halo above a diner open 24/7. "Bones… Breakfast…"

"But you can't really eat food can you?" Dustbunny is confused, appropriately so.

"No," Jim grins as best as he can. "But that's the beauty of it. That's the slogan, 'You eat, because I can't,' it's marketing genius."

"Yeah, no, I still don't get it." Dust mutters.

"Well, and that's why you're not Jim Bones," replies Jim Bones. "You're not a visionary."

"No, I'm a Gormaden." Dustbunny is quiet for a moment. He starts to say a few words, testing them on his lips. He speaks so quietly at first, but then he gets a little louder as concepts begin forming. "Bones' Bacon… Bones' Biscuits..." His little eyes widen as he begins to see the vision. It overwhelms him heart soul and mind. "Bones' Breakfast Burritos. Bones' Hash Brown Bowl. I think I get it now."

"Yes!" Jim snaps his fingers. "Yes, yes, yes! Come, we must go at once and make this a reality." He chugs the last of his coffee and runs off set, presumably to go start a breakfast place. The sound of a loud sigh can be heard.

I'm so sorry Debbie.