make it snappy
Johnny rode up with his rideable car pedals screeching and screaming.
The new gas station attendant asked the boss “is it me? Am I dreaming?”
Go out there and pretend, the boss said, “It makes the kid happy.”
“Premium gas please,” Johnny said to the attendant “and make it snappy”.
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