"You know what? I better not." You say.
"All right," He replies, "Enjoy the walk, dick." He speeds away, kicking up a bit of loose gravel and leaving you standing at the side of the road.
Just as you curse yourself for having second thoughts and start walking on, another car comes along with two men inside. A fat man and a little man. You can't help but draw the comparison to Laurel and Hardy. Except that Laurel and Hardy had some class to them. These guys look like a mismatched pair of ugliness.
The car pulls over. Both of the men wear button up dress shirts, the little guy is clean shaven while the larger man has a thick carpet of stubble covering his face. They don't exactly look friendly.
"Get in the car." The little man sitting passenger tells you, his voice nasal. He wears a little derby hat which doesn't suit his ratty face.
The fat man leans forward to look at you. He has a sick grin on his ugly mug. Something about them doesn't seem friendly and you step back and shake your head. "No thanks," You say, "I don't mind the walking."
"We didn't ask you, buddy. Get in the car." The fat guy says in a voice that sounds like he's gargled gravel just before speaking to you.
"All right," He replies, "Enjoy the walk, dick." He speeds away, kicking up a bit of loose gravel and leaving you standing at the side of the road.
Just as you curse yourself for having second thoughts and start walking on, another car comes along with two men inside. A fat man and a little man. You can't help but draw the comparison to Laurel and Hardy. Except that Laurel and Hardy had some class to them. These guys look like a mismatched pair of ugliness.
The car pulls over. Both of the men wear button up dress shirts, the little guy is clean shaven while the larger man has a thick carpet of stubble covering his face. They don't exactly look friendly.
"Get in the car." The little man sitting passenger tells you, his voice nasal. He wears a little derby hat which doesn't suit his ratty face.
The fat man leans forward to look at you. He has a sick grin on his ugly mug. Something about them doesn't seem friendly and you step back and shake your head. "No thanks," You say, "I don't mind the walking."
"We didn't ask you, buddy. Get in the car." The fat guy says in a voice that sounds like he's gargled gravel just before speaking to you.
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