"Excuse me!" you hear Bud Gleeful right behind you. "I believe that the cars are behind you. And furthermore, you don't seem to be the right clientele for one of our fine automobiles. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Bud Gleeful shoos you out of the auto lot, down the street, and across the road.
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