A 12-ton shipment of KitKat bars has been stolen, with the company warning of a possible shortage:
“We've always encouraged people to have a break with KitKat but it seems thieves have taken the message too literally and made a break with more than 12 tons of our chocolate.”
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“good answer.” fingers replace instrument, wrinkling up knight’s suit within fist — * yanks him to follow behind. can’t leave behind the guy giving out history lessons in a funny costume. bad karma. “cops’ll be here soon. better get a move on.”
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hands move up near instant, palms open in defense.
“ never saw you! don’t. . . even know your name———— “ that doesn’t matter right now, steven. “ swear on it. “
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head tilts, considering hum resonating as it slowly surveys carnage. brains splattered over metal bat — “maybe.” drags it across pant leg, wiped clean.
“i play for paystubs.” barrel end jams against steven’s chest. “you never saw me here, got it?”
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“ you make it sound rather crass. “ hands lower, gaze flicking off elsewhere before he gently places a fist into open palm. “ no, i wouldn’t say so———— i just think there’s other ways of dealing with a situation before settling for. . . well, playing god. “