“Hi, hello; I’m Burt the Plumber. Um, do you remember your dog named Mister Big Gun? Well, anyway, I was working on cleaning out your air vents when Mister Big Gun approached trying to eat the uncooked grain that had been clogging the ductwork; but I nudged him away with my shirtsleeve, and then he died because he stumbled backward clumsily. But your vents are fixed; so, here’s my card — don’t hesitate to call if you have any future problems. Now I’ll go take Mister Big Gun and bury him in the yard . . . OK, now, what did I do with my wrench? — Hmm, I might need to go back out there and dig up Mister Big Gun again, since, for the life of me, I can’t recall where I misplaced my tool bag.”
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