"Listen here, you idiot, you're supposed to let people pay to golf! Just come back over to the register and let me pay and then you can get change out of the register to get your stupid soda!"
"No one speaks to King Putt in such a fashion!" his voice cracks as he scolds you. "Out, foul knave, out of my kingdom!"
He shoos you out of King Putts and up the road.
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