Collector:
So, you draw this comic, or what?
Banky:
[sighs] I ink it. I'm also the colorist. The guy next to me draws it, but we both came up with the characters. Next.
Collector:
What's that mean, you "ink" it?
Banky:
Well, it means that Holden draws the pictures in pencil, and then he gives it to me to go over in ink. Next!
Collector:
So, basically, you just trace.
Banky:
[annoyed] It's not "tracing", alright? I add depth and shading to give the image more definition. Only then does the drawing truly take shape.
Collector:
No, no. You go over what he draws with a pen. That's tracing.
Banky:
[getting angry] Not really. Next!
[The Collector turns to the kid next in line]
Collector:
Hey, lemme ask you something. If somebody draws something, and you draw, like, right on top of it without going outside the original designated art, what do you call that?
Little Kid:
I dunno, man...tracing?
Collector:
[triumphantly] See?
Banky:
You want your book signed or what?
Collector:
Hey, hey! Don't get snippy with him just because you've got a problem with your station in life!
Banky:
Oh, I'm secure with what I do.
Collector:
Then just say it — you're a tracer!
Banky:
[about to lose it] Who should I sign it to?
Little Kid:
I don't want you to sign it. I want the guy who draws Bluntman and Chronic to sign it. [snatches the comic away] You're just a tracer.
Collector:
Tell him, little shaver.
[Banky attacks him until Holden pulls him away. The Collector is escorted out by security]
Collector:
You're mucking with a "G", you fucking tracer!
Banky:
I'LL TRACE A CHALK OUTLINE AROUND YOUR DEAD BODY, YOU FUCK!
Holden:
Could you get him out of here?
