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"Indeed I am high on error fumes." You say into the receiver. "But that changes nothing! I can see right through your lies! Now answer my question! Why did you put killer pepperonis in my pizza?!"

  The only sound that comes from the phone is the cold hard "click" of a phone being hung up.  Dejectedly, you trudge out of the phone booth, depressed and alone.

  Eventually your depressed trudging takes you past your bank.  Figuring you’ll need money in the near future, you trudge inside, and get in line.  Suddenly the guy two spaces in front of you in line pulls out a powerful handgun and fires a shot into the air.

  "This is a robbery!" he bellows.

  A robbery huh?  That might be just the thing you need to get you out of you depressed, post-high mood.  Or maybe not.  It's worth a shot at least.

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