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Tap
tapped
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Hello?
Tap tap
tapped tapped
tapping tapping
Hello?
You are dead, right?
Thank you, but I don't think so.
What makes you think so?
You didn't respond to my tapping.
So, who are you, anyway? The Director of the CIA or the President of Russia?
No, I'm the Angel of Death.
Really? I thought there was only a Devil of Death. So you must be the Fallen Angel of Death?
Well, to be frank, I don't know what color, make or model I am. They've never called me a Studebaker, Nash, Edsel, or Thunderbird. I don't even know if I'm a convertible, manual or automatic. Maybe I'm red or white? All I am is an angel.
Ok, good-bye.
You don't have that option.
Ok, stay here for at least 40 years while I count the blessings your nemesis, it's gotta be god, believe me, has given me in the last little while. I'm gonna need that long to consider everything thoroughly, test everthing out, get to know everything so deeply that the difference between us will be hard for even your nemesis to discern. Know what I mean?
Sir, I sure do. The customer always comes first. Just put me in the corner as some sort of jade statute. It think I can count up to a couple billion.
Thank you.
Count in peace.
You don't need to think about tapping any more.
Why not?
Oh, because the message will be clear when the time comes and I will surely have plenty of help.
Now please tell your boss I'm busy, have a chair to check out, and don't like being tapped, except when it is necessary to remind me I need to boil red potatoes, look north, or grind beans for fresh coffee in the morning.
OK. As long as I know I can make a sale eventually.
It's comforting to know merchants like you are long-term thinkers.
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