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Ripped Off

"Razza-frazzin rip-off!" you mutter, crushing the bottle of worthless pills in your ham-like hippo fist. "Wait 'til I get my hands on that crook!"

After a second exhausting hike, you arrive back at the gym. You search the place for the con man who sold you the pills, but he is nowhere to be found. Finally, you consult the manager.

"That bum?" the manager frowns when you inquire about the pill salesman. "I tossed him out last night. He keeps sneaking in here and selling bogus products to the clients. Sorry you got taken."

You feel like a fool--a big, fat fool. Dejected, you turn to leave.

"Hey, big guy," the manager whispers conspiratorially. "Did you know you're being followed?"

"What? Followed?" you exclaim, swinging your massive head around. There, peering at you through the plate-glass door at the entrance, is none other than A.J. Raffles, gentleman burglar and expert cricketer!


Written by Funny Animal

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