I can definately tell the difference between a small city, and a big city by the size and ferocity of its rats. This is a partially true story. In reality I was helping some friends pick up a couch they had seen in an ad, and as we journeyed into the cheaper apartment section of the city we heard a higher frequency of tires squealing, and gigantic mutant rats running across power lines. I did not notice any fog machines, however, so Hollywood got that part wrong.
In other news I've decided to create an insult for needy customers who act like babies when they can't buy only one of something. They are now to be known as a "Slunty Buntings". This, I have decided, is a descriptor for a young child who, in the middle of crowd, decide that they need something proceed to emit a high-pitched wailing whilst deciding that they no longer want to move until they have been assured that a pony has been secured, and is awaiting them in their room. This is only to be used with a dry British wit. Enjoy.
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