Suddenly, a zombie came in and excitedly shouted, "Welcome, all mortals, to ZOMBIE LAND!"
A little man came running up, and replied, "What? I see no zombie rides, or zombie snacks, or zombie photo booths! And besides, this has been my family's home for four hundred sixty eight point two one two four three minutes! How dare you proclaim it to be your theme park, you insolent twerp-like mutant!"
The zombie replied, "Well, then, Mr. Small Person,"
"Mr. Little Man, you mean."
"Mr. Little Man, how about I strike you a deal. We'll play a pricing game to determine this one."
Bob Barker comes in.
"We're going to give Mr. Little Guy here a nice prize if he can guess the correct price that the zombie wants to give. Otherwise, Zombie has to pay the full price to Small Dude."
"Little Man."
"Whatever. Tell us, what is the prize he will be playing for?"
"AN OLD CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This Ford Pinto has been refurbished to handle another passenger! Plus, as an added bonus, you can get added danger if you guess the price of this Little Debbie Snack!"
Mr. Little Man worriedly looked at the dancing people. He was dependent upon them to shout out random numbers!
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