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| Um...Hi. I know you hate me, but I need your help. I had 400 dollars in my account, and now the machine says I have only 150 | |
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| Hmm. Yes, without informing you, or getting your consent, we transferred the money to an unnumbered, unnamed account, somewhere off the coast of Guam. I have a coke habit to feed, you know. | |
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| But that's totally illegal! How can you do such a thing! I mean, I know that you aren't human, by any stretch of the word but my God, man! | |
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| Your God can't help you now. Haven't you realized yet, that the safest place for your money is underneath your pillow? Hell, why do you think we told the tooth fairy where to find your teeth? | |
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| But that doesn't make any sense? The tooth fairy was my mom! I caught her one night, slipping the money under my pillow. I even wrote her a note, thanking her! | |
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| See? You lose teeth, which grow back, and we end up paying for it. Christ, some kid kept hitting himself in the face with a baseball bat. We lost more money on that than you can possibly imagine. | |
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