Defending Your Store
*Continued from the Bronze Blog*
GANGSTER: Look, we're doin' ya a favour, see? With our help, this store'll get huge.
ATHEIST: And safe from "accidents", I presume?
GANGSTER: Sure, sure! We watch out for you, you advertise for us...
GOON (Wandering through aisles): Nice stuff, here.
ATHEIST: Yes, I only sell high quality, tested product.
GANGSTER: Now, see there! We could expand your product line, no problem!
ATHEIST: No, thanks.
GANGSTER (Leans on counter): Trust me, we know what sells to the rubes.
GOON (In distance): Wow! Dis really cold fusion?
ATHEIST (Calling back): We found out it didn't work, so stopped selling it. It's just something we play with now and then.
GANGSTER: There youse are, thinking small again! Wit' our connections, you can sell anything!
ATHEIST: I'd rather sell what works. Sorry.
GANGSTER: You might be, bub.
GOON (Off Screen): Uh, boss? Where are youse guys?
GANGSTER: You'd better get with the program, or you could lose... everything.
ATHEIST: I'll take my chances, thanks. Frankly, I'd rather not deal with your type.
GOON (OS): Uh, guys? Guys? I'm kinda lost, here!
GANGSTER (snarls): Have it your way, then, punk. But you're gonna pay for this for a long, long time. We're outta here!
GOON (Finds his way to the front again. "Destroys" another non-existent display stand.)
GANGSTER (Pauses at door): And so sorry to see all the damage that earthquake did! Heh heh.
ATHEIST (Looks around): What damage?
GANGSTER (Waves arm): All this damage!
ATHEIST: Um...
GANGSTER: Just because you're too stupid to see it, doesn't mean it's not real!
ATHEIST (Checking monitor): Nothing on the security cameras, either...
GANGSTER: We're outta here! Go to Hell, freak!
ATHEIST: Thanks for coming by! (GANGSTER and GOON leave.) Freak.
***End***
GANGSTER: Look, we're doin' ya a favour, see? With our help, this store'll get huge.
ATHEIST: And safe from "accidents", I presume?
GANGSTER: Sure, sure! We watch out for you, you advertise for us...
GOON (Wandering through aisles): Nice stuff, here.
ATHEIST: Yes, I only sell high quality, tested product.
GANGSTER: Now, see there! We could expand your product line, no problem!
ATHEIST: No, thanks.
GANGSTER (Leans on counter): Trust me, we know what sells to the rubes.
GOON (In distance): Wow! Dis really cold fusion?
ATHEIST (Calling back): We found out it didn't work, so stopped selling it. It's just something we play with now and then.
GANGSTER: There youse are, thinking small again! Wit' our connections, you can sell anything!
ATHEIST: I'd rather sell what works. Sorry.
GANGSTER: You might be, bub.
GOON (Off Screen): Uh, boss? Where are youse guys?
GANGSTER: You'd better get with the program, or you could lose... everything.
ATHEIST: I'll take my chances, thanks. Frankly, I'd rather not deal with your type.
GOON (OS): Uh, guys? Guys? I'm kinda lost, here!
GANGSTER (snarls): Have it your way, then, punk. But you're gonna pay for this for a long, long time. We're outta here!
GOON (Finds his way to the front again. "Destroys" another non-existent display stand.)
GANGSTER (Pauses at door): And so sorry to see all the damage that earthquake did! Heh heh.
ATHEIST (Looks around): What damage?
GANGSTER (Waves arm): All this damage!
ATHEIST: Um...
GANGSTER: Just because you're too stupid to see it, doesn't mean it's not real!
ATHEIST (Checking monitor): Nothing on the security cameras, either...
GANGSTER: We're outta here! Go to Hell, freak!
ATHEIST: Thanks for coming by! (GANGSTER and GOON leave.) Freak.
***End***
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