Dairy Queen or Else!


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Stranger: I see dead people
You: I have your frog. And if you ever want to see Hoppy again, you need to bring 17 Dairy Queen Blizzards to teh corner of 5th and Main tomorrow evening, at 6pm.
You: And come ALONE!
You: I don’t have time for games. You need to be alone.
You: And dressed only in a pink satin tutu.
Stranger: Listen to me you sone of a bitch if you harm one hair on Hppys body i will kill you
You: Hoppy only has ONE hair.
You: Now follow directions, or that hair is GONE.
You: Now, do you understand what you must do?
You: Don’t make me repeat myself.
Stranger: Yes….But You’ll never get away with this….You know that right?
Stranger: The cops are gonna find you
You: Let me put it in a way you’ll understand. If you alert the cops . . . Frog Legs are going to be on the menu.
Stranger: oh my….I guess I have no choice
You: Right now, Hoppy is happy.
You: Hoppy is enjoying himself in a brand new tank.
You: Clean water, fresh flies.
You: That ALL changes if you screw this up.
Stranger: ok ok ok…….17 Dairy Queen Blizzards got ya
You: I don’t care what flavor. But they had BETTER be fresh.
You: NO tricks!
You: And don’t try substituting one of those substandard McDonald’s knock-offs, you hear me?
Stranger: damn you!
You: You think you’re the only one who’s tried that with me?
You: I’ve been doing this a very long time.
You: I know ALL the tricks, the cons.
You: DAIRY QUEEN.
You: ONLY!
Stranger: yeah I will get you want you need…I hope you chocke on the snikers
You: Good. We understand each other.
You: Looks like Hoppy will live another night.
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