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[stolengood]

[There's a grown woman in a Girl Scout uniform at a table outside the Mess with every variety of (sugar free) Girl Scout cookie you want. I wouldn't say she's thrilled to be there]

Hey, you. Trade you for some cookies.

((derping outtttt))

Comments

[goodgrift]

. . .

"Hey you" isn't the politest way of greeting people, Parker.

[stolengood]

Yeah, well, the cookies sell themselves.

[goodgrift]

You could give it a little more effort. You don't want to cancel out the natural magnetism of the product with a bad attitude.

[stolengood]

I'll be a lot happier when people start giving me stuff.

[nocturnemission]

Ooh! What kind?

[stolengood]

Do-Si-Dos, Dulce de Leche, Lemon Chalet Cremes, Lemonades, Samoas, Shout-Outs, Tagalongs, Thin Mints, Trefoils, Thank-You-Berry-Much, and Thanks-A-Lots. They're very polite cookies.

[nocturnemission]

Wow, they really are... Okay, I'll trade you half my sandwich for a box of Samoas.

[stolengood]

What do you think this is, a food bank? No deal.

[easybreezyidiot]

What do you want?

[stolengood]

What have you got?

[easybreezyidiot]

Some batteries.

[stolengood]

Batteries.

[crisscrossing]

--Tagalongs!

[stolengood]

Tagalongs! Pay up.

[crisscrossing]

[digs in his pockets!! ... and comes up with one dollar, two pennies, a paper clip, and a mint]

Uh! How much are they going for these days?

[stolengood]

More than that.

[lostvalhalla]

Why would you want this spear?

[stolengood]

I don't. What else ya got?

[lostvalhalla]

. . Nothing of value. Unless you want this Napple..[raises an interesting fruit shaped like a heart. somehow it came out of her pocket ok]

[stolengood]

What's it good for?