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Get Down

Me: Hi, yeah, I'm here to pick up two orders of chicken wings.
Her: You're here for the wings?
Me: Yeah, I'm here for the wings.
Her: OK, one second, OK
Me: No problem.
Her: Ok, Right...Can I see your student card?
(Hand over ID card. She examines it. She begins dancing.)
Her: Can I see you dance a little?
Me: You want me to dance?
Her: Yeah I want you to dance!
Me: Well, I haven't practiced.
Her: You gotta dance for your wings!
Me: What moves do you want me to do?
Her: Take it, boy, take it!
Me: I don't know what to take...
Her: It's your time, take it!
Me: I'm not going to take it.
Her: Come on now!
Me: I'm going to do The Sprinkler- I don't know if you want that...
(She stops dancing, finds the covers to the chicken wings.)
Her: Next time, you better be prepared boy.

♥ Ian

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