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Meeting in the aisle
Hey! Hey you! Yeah you! With your khaki trousers and your musty sports coat, huddled over your shopping basket, yeah you grandpa. Count with me here pops;
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, ah-ah-ah-ah. (lightning flashes and a small bat flaps down beside D's shoulder)
Get the fuck out of the nine or less aisle! No, your multitude of fiberous vegetables do not all count as one item. In fact, count the six-packs as six seperate items each and you're into the twenties. You made it this far without knowing how to count to nine?! Don't "eh?" me wrinkly coffin-dodger, I'm onto you, you're not fooling anyone here with this selective deafness.
No! Good God no! Don't pay with pennies! I will be forced to shove you through plate glass if you continue to...
oh, so you can count.
Apr.11.2002