Johnny stupidly gave the parking ticket to the street vendor.
"Ah, I see," said the street vendor after taking a look at the parking ticket. "This way." He pressed a button on the lemonade cart and a door popped open. Suddenly, Johnny was standing in front of the door. Somehow, the door wasn't around waist-level anymore but had became this huge gate towering over him ominously. He looked up some more. The even more huge lemonade cart was nowhere to be seen. There was no more lemonade cart and no more delicious color-morphing lemonade but just that doorway.
The man lead the way. There was some sort of passage inside that stretched into the darkness beyond. It was a completely featureless darkness, save for this road of some sort that was lighter than the surroundings.
Eventually they came upon a pedestal. On it sat a small box with a red button on it. There were some chit-chattering noises.
The street vendor motioned to the box. Johnny looked into the dim darkness and he saw some movement in the direction of the chit-chattering. There were hundreds of chinchillas.
"Now Johnny, I give you a choice. You can either press the RED BUTTON and kill one little chinchilla out of all of these and save the rest of them, or you could do nothing and have all of them except one die."
Johnny stared at the chinchillas, probably in shock. Or perhaps just a regular stupor because he's dumb, who knows.
"So Johnny, what would it be?" The vendor asked.
The chinchillas kept on chattering incoherently. Appearently THESE couldn't talk in human.
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