You’re eating dinner with your lovely family. There’s a giant turkey in the middle of the table, perfectly brown, adorned with edible flowers. The incandescent light bulbs warmly light the room at dusk, setting a pleasant mood in an otherwise normal late Sunday afternoon.
“Margaret, will you please pass the dairy free butter?”
“Certainly, dear. Is there anything else that I could do for you?”
You hear a subtle, yet distinctive, knock on the front door — almost like little birds pecking away at the heavy teak. You place your dinner napkin on the right side of your plate, and walk towards the front door. Almost reaching the doorknob, you look back at your wife for a moment who has an oddly blank look upon her face, as if she was frozen in time — when the entire door is kicked off its hinges, with the force of a Rhinosaurus, crashing into your 14th century Chinese pottery that was once the mantle piece of your entrance foyer.
In comes a man of extreme bulk and brawn, a terrible looking visage is scribbled upon his face by a maker who could only emanate from hell itself.
Your wife, scared for her life and the kids, makes a quick escape with little Johnny and Gretchen, out the back door — leaving you all alone with this beast.
He grabs you by the collar, points his colt 45 pistol right into your nose. You could smell the gunpowder distinctly and get the sense the gun had recently been used to kill.
He says, “listen to me very quietly.”
“Yes, what is it, anything. Do you want money? I have some upstairs in the safe.”
“I don’t want your money, or your fancy things.”
“Well, what do you want? Name it.”
“I want your best stock pick and I want it right now.”
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