"Thanks for the advice, but, uh, bippity-skippity ka-bow, I have to go now. Bye!"
You turn to leave, but he grabs your arm. "Are you sure? We've got stale candy to share?"
"We are not police officers," the tall one says, reading off of a cue card. "We are teenagers like yourself."
"No, really, I have to go," pull yourself away, and leave.
"Let go of me, you crazy man!"
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