"What kind of work will I be doing?" you ask Swizzle who's dressed like a pimp.
Swizzle replies while slipping on a pair of size 4 gator shoes, "It's sort of a community service. You know, like a social worker."
"I don't think so!" You say, fearing the worse, and take off running out of the store.
Once out of the mall parking lot you notice you brought the box of condoms along with you by mistake.
"Ooops," you say looking at the box, but then again you need protection if you are going to have sex. You've seen the school safe sex movies and you don't want to get a nasty rash, bumps or virus eating away at you.
"I'm sorry my boy," Swizzle says appearing out of nowhere," I guess my joke went a little too far."
You nearly jump out of your skin when you see Swizzle, lucky for you, without his pimp hat and shoes.
"Back to the store with you," Swizzle orders.
"Yes sir," you moan.
With that Swizzle vanishes in a poof of blue smoke and you walk back to the mall and head to Notz and Yeps to see Swizzle behind the counter. You give him the box of condoms and ask,"So what's the real job?"
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