I’mma gonna handle it!
“Hello, my name is L____, how can I assist you?”
“Yeah, I need a new box.”
“Before we get to that, may I have your name for our records?”
“Bunny.”
“And a last name?”
“Just Bunny.”
“Ok then. Mr. Bunny—”
“No, just Bunny! You tryin’ to get smart with me?”
“No sir. I’m just not sure what to call you.”
“You deaf? BUNNY!!!”
“Right, how can I help you?”
“Are you stupid? I said I need a new box?”
“Yes, sir. What kind of box?”
“The one that gets me the numbers.”
“Which numbers sir? We have different types of decoder boxes each tied to different stock ticker feeds. Which do you need?”
“The one that does the odds.”
“Oh, you’ve a gaming account with live feeds from the casinos.”
“Yeah…”
“What happened to your existing decoder box?”
“We had a break in.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that. If you fax me a copy of your police report I can get you a 50% discount on a new unit, otherwise I have to charge you full price. You can fax the police report to 800-555—”
“There’s not gonna be no police report. I think I know who dun it—”
“5555.”
“I’mma gonna handle it myself. But I’m dead in the water, no box, no odds, no odds, no bets… capiche?”
“Yes sir. How about I overnight it to you at no charge.”
“Yeah, fine. And if I need to call back in, what’s your name kid?”
“Rabbit”
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