Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Lizzy tossed the club into the corner of the room and sat down. “Is this the kind of thing you protect those businesses from?”
“Don’t you be giving me any lip young lady.”
“I didn’t think I was.”
“See, that’s the problem with your generation. You’ve gotten so used to having this attitude, that when you’re around your superiors, you forget your place.”
“The problem with your generation is that you worship the divine dollar.”
The man leaned back in his chair and twirled his hand above his head, keeping the gun pointed at Lizzy. “Whatever.” He lowered his free hand and shuffled some papers on his desk. “So tell me. Where did you hear about this valuable service I’ve been offering some of our fine local businessmen?”
“Why don’t you go to hell.”
“Is it like that?”
Lizzy folder her arms across her chest. “Yea. If you think I’m going to tell you how I know, you’re out of your mind.”
“I see.” The man stood up and walked over to Lizzy, pressing the muzzle of his gun to her temple. “But since I’m an understanding kind of guy, I’ll give you a chance to try again.”

Does Lizzy:
A: Tell the man something he wants to hear
B: Tell the man off

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