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NEW PROMPT : A dog darts in front of your car. Unfortunately, you have no choice but to run it down in front of its owner, a devastated little girl. What do you tell her? The Price of Guilt "Wahhaaa!" "I'm sorry, kid! I didn't see your doggy! He darted out right under my tires!" "Bawww!" "Here, little girl, I'll drag him over to the curb so he won't get hit again." "Ewww! His insides are outside! Waaa!" "Please stop crying! I couldn't help it! You should have had him on a leash." "Poor doggy. Poor, poor squashed doggy!" "I'll pay you for him. How does twenty dollars sound? He looks like a mixed breed . . . you can buy another doggy." "He's dead!" "I know, I know. I'm really sorry! Okay! Fifty. Fifty dollars!" "Uh . . . uh . . . baaawwww! His tongue's hanging out!" "A hundred! That's my final offer. Here . . . take it. "Ah, good. Now . . . is there someone I can call about picking up the body? Your mommy or daddy?" "N-no. Not them. Look on his collar." "His collar? Don't you know your own telephone number? "Wait! Where are you going?" "To the mall, Mister. It ain't my dog!" Okay, so I cheated a little on the prompt. For, you know, dramatic effect.
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