A cold sweat ran down my face as I sat at the gleaming silver table. A single light shone in my face, and the figure behind it was invisible to me. As I put my hand to my eyes to block the light, the figure slid a Klondike bar across the table, and in a gruff voice said, "I hope it was worth it."
So, what the heck did you just do to get that Klondike bar?
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