A new comic nine months in asks for autographs in the greenroom, breaking an unspoken rule. When called out, he gets angry and worried he'll lose greenroom access. The group riffs on the awkwardness and the smell of smoke from traveling comics.
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I had to play cool. And Carlos was like, hey bro, they're all in the green room. They're like, hey bro, uh, you don't— you, you're a comic. Nobody signs autographs in the green room. So everybody got quiet. I'm like, man, I'm sorry. And look at— and Carlos goes, yeah, like, this is his first time, bro. He's only been doing it for like 9 months and he's already been on TV twice. So they all looked at me, so like, yeah, so he doesn't know the rules yet, but This is a green room. We don't do that here. I'm like, my bad, I'm sorry. And he walked out like, man, fuck you, man. Can't you talk to me about— like, I might never be in this bitch again. I had everybody's autograph, dude. Paul Moon, everybody's autograph.
Thing about being the Trailblazer, you going to smell like smoke.
Going city to city, we turning corners. When you with Trailblazers smelling like smoke, pay attention to the joke.