So, you didn't like the movie Harvey because it's about a bunny rabbit? Um, okay.
Can we go home yet? We've been at Walmart for ages.
Okay, I guess we've only been here an hour, but it feels like ages.
I really doubt the sizes on this rack have changed during the last five minutes. There probably is still nothing your size here.
Yes, this is still a size XL, just like the last two times you asked me to look at it.
Sorry, Old Person, but I doubt that we'll find anything your size in the juniors' section.
Hey, there's a mirror.
Wow, I'm looking kinda fat.
And look at that -- pants with "Love" written at the waist line. Yeah, like anyone needs help spotting my love handles.
No, Old Person, I don't think you'll find anything you like in the boys' section.
You know, I suddenly feel a lot of sympathy for the Ghost of Marley, doomed to roam the aisles of Walmart eternally. No, wait. He wasn't stuck in Walmart. Lucky.
In fact, I bet Hell is a lot like Walmart. And all the catering in Hell is done by the McDonalds here.
At least I don't have to drag a mile of chains behind me. Not yet, at least.
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Though I am not personally one of those people, you ought to know that some people really like McDonald's food and love to shop at WalMart. You should be careful not to make hell sound like an attractive place to them.
Well, if they're insane, I don't know that they'll be held responsible for their actions.
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