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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 29, 2008 23:32:22 GMT -5
Inexplicably, with the same whopping sound as before, the man and the zombie vanish, leaving only the stench of vodka in their wake.
Moments later a hurried man throws the cellar door open, stumbles up in a panic, pants wildly for about thirty seconds, takes a swig from a bottle of what appears to be water, and looks frantically around the bar.
"Damn I missed him again!"
Then, without warning(save for a whop), this man also vanishes, leaving only a small receipt in his wake.
It reads-
"Surgeon General Store. 6070 Yagoton, Malton. Cashier- Charlie Sale-
3 pack condoms- 4.50 1 bottle distilled Vodka -10.00 Rubber Bands 10 pack - 1.00
Subtotal - 15.50 Tax - 0.00 Total - 15.50
Payed - 50.00 Change Received - 0.00
Signed - Tovarisch G. Khrushchev"
On the back is a note. "Worlds Ending, why are you running a shop?"
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