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"Bob the leprechaun was in a very, very bad mood. There were several reasons for this, and he amused himself for a few minutes by making a list of them.

1. The day is clear, the sun is shining, there are children frolicking in the meadows… I HATE THAT.
2. I just got turned down for a date by a smoking hot model. That might have been because she was on fire, but still.
3. My hair stylist misunderstood me and gave me a neon blue mohawk. It clashes with my skin tone.
4. Spet is quitting.

“Argh!” exclaimed Bob, as his pencil broke. “Can this day get any worse?”

As he got up to get a different writing utensil, the doorbell rang. Bob looked out the window and saw that it was one of those annoying religious people that go door to door handing out bibles and pamphlets and trying to convert you to their particular religion. He groaned, but then got an idea. Shouldn’t he get to have a little fun?

He quickly put on a hooded black cloak and turned down the lights before opening the door.

“Er, hello.” said Merchent.

“Greetings, mortal,” replied Bob in a low voice. “You have just interrupted me in the middle of my wicked, cannibalistic sacrifice to Lord Satan. Would you… care to join me?”

“Uhm… no, but I have come to tell you that everything you have ever believed in was a lie and if you don’t believe exactly what I tell you and worship this one awesome guy, you’ll burn in hell for all of eternity,” said Merchent, voice quavering.

“Let me think about that. No.” replied Bob.

“Oh, you don’t understand,” said Merchent in a calm, clear voice like he was talking to a two-year-old. “You’re wrong. :)”

“You mean…” whispered Bob, “that I can be saved?”

“Yes :).”

Tears came to Bob’s eyes. “This…*sniff* is the best *sniff* thing that’s ever happened to me!” said Bob, and then he shot Merchent in the face and closed the door. “What a lurk…”

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Win, fail? I tell you, it made me laugh. What that says about me is another matter.

Oh, and I do apologise if this offends anyone.