So I think I'll get my real estate license. I'll hang out in some real estate office, and when an agent takes a client to a house I'll race ahead of them, cut off the power, hide in the attic and moan "get out" when they enter. Maybe I'll rattle some chains as well. Or I could just hide in the closet and, when they open the door, jump out and hose them down with my flamethrower.
Hee, hee. The classic gags are the best.
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