“Can I help you with something?” Burt looked up at the figure standing over him. He tried not to let his annoyance show, but it was the fifth time in the last ten minutes someone had interrupted his lunch break.
“Is it true?”
Burt had answered that question more times than he cared to admit. “Yes.”
As he looked back down, he caught the glimpse of disbelief from his current interrogator. He’d had enough. Holding up his finger, he twirled it in a counter clockwise motion. The young man crumbled to the ground, seizing. “Is that proof enough for you?”
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