Marbles

"Thank you," you tell the old man, feeling somewhat flustered.

"Oh, don't mention it," he responds. "Would you like to know what's inside?"

"Sure," you answer, hoping it's not a bomb.

"Marbles!" he says with glee. "Marbles of all shapes and sizes, courtesy of Spells 'R' Us."

Brian's green eyes open wide. "Not the marbles?" he hisses, looking alarmed.

"No, whatever are you talking about?" asks the old man, grinning a bit too widely. "These are just everyday, old-fashioned marbles, guaranteed to brighten any occasion."

"Oh, right," says Brian, straightening his flea collar.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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