You decide to ride the unicorn....
You have never been known to pass up a $5 dollar unicorn ride! You approach the man. He smells like sardines, but you don't care.
"Five dolla," he grunts.
You hand him a five dollar bill and hop onto the unicorn. The unicorn takes off, flapping its wings. You glide over the mountains, through the clouds, and over the ocean. The unicorn's wings graze the top of the water. This is awesome!
But you only paid for five minutes. The ride is over. The unicorn lands and sends magical sparkles into the air. You slide from its back and begin to walk away.
The sardine-smelling man yells, "Wait! Eat the Cheez-Its."
"No thanks," you say, "I don't want any."
Who, in their right mind, would accept food from this man?
"Eat them," he commands.
"No," you say.
"Eat them!" he yells, his eyes turning red with fury. Frightened, do you:
Eat the Cheez-Its?
Or eat the Cheez-Its? Seriously, this man is giving you no choice here.
Back to the beginning.
"Five dolla," he grunts.
You hand him a five dollar bill and hop onto the unicorn. The unicorn takes off, flapping its wings. You glide over the mountains, through the clouds, and over the ocean. The unicorn's wings graze the top of the water. This is awesome!
But you only paid for five minutes. The ride is over. The unicorn lands and sends magical sparkles into the air. You slide from its back and begin to walk away.
The sardine-smelling man yells, "Wait! Eat the Cheez-Its."
"No thanks," you say, "I don't want any."
Who, in their right mind, would accept food from this man?
"Eat them," he commands.
"No," you say.
"Eat them!" he yells, his eyes turning red with fury. Frightened, do you:
Eat the Cheez-Its?
Or eat the Cheez-Its? Seriously, this man is giving you no choice here.
Back to the beginning.
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