"I think I'll take a step back," you say nervously. "If you don't mind."
"I don't mind," she says. "Now I hit with my foot!"
She gives a big kick, and the ball flies straight as an arrow towards the hole. It goes through, rattles around inside the windmill, and then comes rolling out to make a hole in one.
"Wow!" you say. "Great shot!"
She holds up a putter with an arm strap on it. "Would you like to try?"
"Sure!" you say. "Strap me in!"
"No thanks," you say. "I haven't paid yet."
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