INT. BASEMENT STUDIO – EVENING
ROCCO, JOZO, and TONY sit around a scratched-up IKEA table. There’s a laptop open, a half-eaten pizza, and a sketchpad full of wild T-shirt designs—everything from Saint Mary riding a Vespa to a cartoon priest dabbing with the words “Bless Up.”
ROCCO:
Alright boys, hear me out. We been hustlin’ our merch game old school—printing in bulk, slangin’ ‘em at festivals, flea markets, trunk of Jozo’s Civic. It’s cute. Real nostalgic. But we’re gettin’ smoked out there by these e-kids on TikTok.
JOZO:
You talkin’ about them drop shippers? The ones with anime Jesus and AI cat nuns?
ROCCO:
Exactly. These guys make a design at 2 a.m. on mushrooms, slap it online, and boom—by sunrise, they’re sellin’ hoodies to Portland vegans and Norwegian Twitch streamers.
TONY (grumbling):
So what, we sell out? We go corporate? We kiss the algorithm’s ring?
ROCCO (leans in):
Nah, we infiltrate. We upload our saints and sinners to CafePress, let the machines do the grunt work. No more boxes of unsold “Pope on a Pogo Stick” shirts in your mom’s basement, Tony.
JOZO:
Yeah, and we keep our edge. We’re not makin’ “Live Laugh Love” crap—we’re doin’ “Pray Hustle Repeat,” you feel me? “Saint Rude” in gold foil. “Virgin Mary Wasn’t Born Yesterday.”
TONY (softens):
If you can’t beat ‘em…
ROCCO:
…join ‘em. Then beat ‘em at their own game. We go digital, we go global. No inventory, no sweatshop drama, just pure hustle and holy fire.
JOZO:
I already made an account. Our store’s called “Holy Threadz.” With a Z.
TONY:
A Z? …Now you’re speakin’ my language.
ROCCO (smiling):
Let’s baptize the internet, boys. One holy hoodie at a time.
We SPLIT everything 50/50 . Cue them raising their espresso cups like it’s communion.
