“Hey Samuel. Remember when we had two feet apiece instead of the 4 between us?”
“Never mind that,” he answered Reggie. “I’ve got more sand in this bag to put them on.”
“Excuse me, guys,” he said, feets still moving. “Just passing through.”
“Sure, sure mister,” they both exclaim, then remember to put a little on their eyes first to keep up the illusion.
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