Steve Grudist walked into his local 7-11 last night at 3:46 AM for some peanut M&M's and another tall, cold Coors Light. As he exited the facility he was accosted by two men standing 5 foot 8 and 6 foot 2, respectively. These homeless men were cold, hungry, and worst of all, hyped up on a combination of crystal meth and paint fumes. They smelled like a swamp infested with rats and diseased vermin, but Steve choked back his disgust and kindly said hello to the two men standing in his way.
"Hey Guys, what can I do you for?"
Confused by his upbeat nature, the men pulled back in fear, confusion and fear, but mainly because of the drugs. Regaining his confidence quickly, the taller man replied "Gimme some change."
"Well that's all? Sure, here ya go fella!"
Steve pulled his change out of his pocket and handed it to the bum's outstretched hand, who thanked him by grunting twice.
"And your beer man, gimme your beer too."
"I'm afraid not homey-slice, this one's mine. Now I can either continue to argue with you about this, or I can kick you in the face and take my change back, or you can move aside and let me go, it's your choice."
The two homeless, dirty, smelly men looked at each other, thought about what Steve said, forgot what Steve said, then out of confusion and fear, parted to allow Steve's passage. That's it. That's the story. He went home and ate his peanut M&M's and drank his cold, tall Coors Light alone in his studio apartment.
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