It’s a sketch! Enjoy.

[Scene opens up with an NBA basketball game at its final seconds. Player 1, Johnson, on the three-point line has the ball. Player 2, Williams, is defending.]

Williams: [like he really needs to let Johnson know something] Yo Johnson..

Johnson: [annoyed, confused] …What!

Williams: [excited] What do you think?

Johnson: [has no idea what’s going on] …What?

Williams: ‘Bout those shoes, man!

Johnson: [indifferent, trying to play the game] I like ‘em.

Williams: [very excited] Ahah! You open-minded son of a bitch!

Random player: Yo, come on!

Williams: [getting more serious] Hey man. You know, those shoes aren’t going to last forever…

Johnson: [trying to play, looking around]

Williams: Hey, but those shoes look great on you. You like those shoes? You ever think about opening up your own business? You know, shoes for life homie. I ain’t trying to have no brother go shoeless, right?

Johnson: [blank stare at Williams] …right.

[Williams smiling, takes a pen and crumpled contract out of his pocket, starts opening it up, showing it to Johnson]

Johnson: [He’s pissed, looks up at the clock, and there’s a second left in the game. It’s a tied score, he’s distracted, and not trying to make the shot anymore. He angrily chucks the ball at the net.] Damnit! I got my own shoes with my own name on them! Take your damn shoes! [starts taking the shoes off]

[Cuts to the sound of a swoosh. Buzzer sounds. Crowd is roaring. Johnson just won the game with a buzzer shot.]

Williams: [Looking at the score, still smiling, and turning his head to Johnson like he’s going to sign the contract. Shot of Williams with the contract and pen still in his hand, handing it over to Johnson.]

Williams: [impressed by the shoes, looking at them] Mm.

Johnson: [dumbfounded]

[Quickly cuts to a shot of William’s hands handing over the contract and pen to Johnson. Shot of Johnson signing the contract. Cuts to Johnson and Williams at the office, both smiling, nodding at each other. Shot of Williams pointing at a presentation on a painter’s easel with a pyramid on it, Johnson looking like he’s trying to understand what Williams is saying.]

[Cuts to a new scene where a random successful guy is giving a PowerPoint presentation to an audience, some people look like they are a part of the business, some aren’t. Cuts to different slides with kids who aren’t wearing any shoes, but are happy, and kids who are doing an activity that doesn’t require shoes.]

Powerpoint Speaker: And that’s all there is to it folks. Can I get a. . . shoes. . .for. . .

Audience: [roaring] . . .life!

[Fades to new scene. 50 years later. A desolate city, in ruins. Pans around the city, millions of shoes everywhere on telephone lines. Shot of Williams walking into the scene, he looks around, sheds a tear, smiles.]