You put on your coat and go to Our Price to buy the album, 'Rhythm of Youth'

You grab your coat from its case, thrust your arms right through the sleeves, march out through the door and walk purposefully and manfully out onto the street.

You forgot about the boys! There are dozens of them now. All screaming. Once upon a time this would have upset you, but now it fills you with joy. Up close, you notice that all the boys are identical in every way. Faced with such a mysterious and scientifically quite interesting situation, you PUSH each of them over so they land on their little boy faces.

"That'll give you something to scream about!", you wittily quip, as you finish off the last one with the sturdy sole of your boot.

Walk walk walk walk walk. You've made it to Our Price now.


The End

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