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GW Mail Order
"Yes? I'd like to order Ten Thousand Marines."
"Okee-doke. Dat'll be ten Thousand Sons Marines..."
"No, no, Ten Thousand Marines! As in, one-zero-zero-zero-zero Marines!"
"Erm... We don' gotta' numba' lahk dat fer Marines..."
"The number 10000! I want to order Ten Thousand Marines!"
"Oh! Yooz wanna' order ten fouzand Marines!"
"Yes, yes!"
"Okee! Which 'ow many?"
"Can't you just send Ten Thousand Assorted Marines?"
"I... I can't count dat 'igh...."
"Try using your toes!"
"Waitaminut...." (Flings off shoes...) "Er, I only can get up ter 20!"
"So?"
"So's I'll have to take 'em in batches uv 20."
"GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! GET ME A MANAGER!"
"Okee!" (Pause.) "Sir, what is the problem?"
"I want Ten Thousand Marines!"
"Ten Thousand Marines?!? As in, one-zero-zero-zero-zero?!?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Wait one minute, sir!" (Pause. In the background can be heard the sound of a
man screaming "CHA-CHING! BOYS, WE HAVE HIT THE JACKPOT!") "Okay, sir, what
type?"
"Just Ten Thousand Assorted Marines!"
"Okay! That will be... $40,000."
"WHAT?!?!?"
"$40,000. Or $50,000, if the price rise is in effect yet..."
"Okay, okay..." (Mumbling.) "I'll send the money!"
(As the conversation ends, the manager can be faintly heard while the phone hangs up,
faintly heard laughing. Laughing... all the way to the bank!
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