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How much can I put you down for, sir?
He produced a prehistoric argggh sound, because She squeezed the bejesus out of him. She had an arm around his throat and leg scissored his kidneys through his ass. She’d introduced Herself as Sue (how do you do) and She’d told him She collected donations for a pet shelter in Antartica.
Fifty, he rasped, fifty dol- dollars.
Fif-ty dol-lars????
Each syllable came with a squeeze.
Gghhh! I mean one … one hun- hundred dolla-a-a-a-rs.
One hundred? Sir, you are kidding Me, right??
She tightened Her grip around his throat and the poor fellow was struggling for dear life. He could feel the bones in his neck shifting and cracking. He waved his arms up and down as if he was guiding in a plane. She gave him some breathing space.
I…I give You three … arggh …  four hun- hundred dol- dollars …
She let him go and helped him up.
I thank you on behalf of the pets in Antartica, sir! Most people give two to five dollars, so you are a true hero. You will be on My shortlist of most generous donors and you have not seen the last of Me yet, sir! I wish you good day. Happy breathing, sir!