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"BustedWallet.0"

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[Broken]

Hank shook his wallet, trying to understand why the money wouldn't come out. "Marge, you done give me a busted wallet!"

"T'ain't busted, you're not doin' it right," she sighed; her fingers tapped away at the counter, waiting for him to leave.

"Naw, I'm sure, it's busted. Thar ain't a thing'll come out!" He raised it in front of her face and shook it, as if that would make her pay more attention.

"Look, maybe the batteries are dead, that's not my thing. Now scoot, you're scaring away the other custom."

"Thar ain't none other custom here, Marge. And there won't be much if you keep trying to shill out busted crap."

"There won't be if you keep your hollerin' up, fer sure. Alright, let me see that wallet again." She plucked it from the air in which it dangled, and whacked it against the side of her counter. A slight whirr pushed dust out of its recesses.

"A miracle, Marge! You're a miracle, sure and fine."

She handed Hank the wallet back, scowling. "Now get yourself out of here. I told you it was the batteries. Why don't you ever listen?"

Hank opened the wallet, and fingered two crisp bills that pushed themselves out of it. "What do I owe you, then?"

"You know what you owe me, you dumbshit fucking hick! Now scoot!"

Hank chuckled, hooking his chain to it and then patting it into his back pocket. It had a nice heft, he thought. Time to hit the big city, and make his Marge a Mrs.