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"It's not in my pants. Anymore."
"Well, just where is it then?"You pause awkwardly.
"You know," she says. "I don't think there is a package. I think you're making that up."
"Look, uhh..." You frantically try to change the subject. "So, how'd you get this gig as a prison guard?"
She looks at you sourly and says "Mr. Gibson, you need to go back to your cell."
Checkmate!
Punch her in the face and make a run for it.
"Hey, you recognized me." That's it, keep stalling!