Naval had a dream in which all the people of the earth were reduced to oval sacks of protoplasm. Quickly, he wrote down the scenario before he forgot it. After bribing his friends with soggy celery sticks and dried up lumps of hummus, they agreed to appear in the video. Little did they know they were stepping into a world of taut tummies and compressed spinal chords.
“Zaftig?” Fields asked. “Plump, buxom.” “That’ll work,” Fields said.
With Andrea Beeman, The Enchantress of Bioluminosity
and Ken Montgomery
Naval Cassidy 2015