“This is an expired coupon,” said the manager. “I’m afraid we can’t honor it.”

“Look at me.” Caleb pointed at his eyes. “Listen to what I have to say. What does it cost you to honor my coupon? Nothing.”

“Well,” the manager said. “That’s not true. If I honor expired coupons, it comes out of my own pay.”

“It costs you nothing,” said Caleb. “But I’m a slacker, a white male with an internet connection and, therefore, the most dangerous being on earth. If you gggive me my coupton, that’ll be the end of it. But if you don’t, I’ll make it my mission to bring this place down. I’ll blog about it. I’ll make videos about it. I’ll program a spambot to flood the side with hate mail. They’ll do interviews whith me on the secret rape dungeon you have concealed beneath your property. And it’ll get noticed, because there’s just that little real news around here.”

“There you go, sir,” mumbled the manager. “Two dollars off your meal.”

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