The white fox comes in, carrying the wallet.
You snatch off the wallet and are about to celebrate, when you realize something: you have turned into a strange creature and still have a dirty diaper.
"What do I do?!" you shout out.
"I say let's just go home," says the dumb-sounding head.
"Are you insane?!" you say, "they'll never accept a three-headed, nine-breasted, baby-clad and possibly incontinent version of myself! You're perpetuating the worst stereotypes about blondes!".
"Well, you're the one who called my accent a 'country' one when you heard me talk," says the one with the red hair, "for your information, I have a Floridian accent and not everybody who resides in rural areas has the same accent. Additionally, not everyone with my accent lives in the country!"
This is so weird. It's like parts of you are arguing.
Eventually...
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