I was in a forest wearing an Elvis suit when I was approached by two teenage boys. They asked me if I had that special Mormon underwear on under my suit. I said "Why yes I do, thankyouverymuch" in my best Elvis voice.
Suddenly, the two boys came at me. I knew they were plotting to beat me up and take my Elvis suit. For a split second, I was grateful that they thought to ask if I was wearing Mormon underwear because I'm sure they knew that it would provide a little more coverage than my regular underwear upon my being stripped of the pantsuit and having to walk home in my skimpies.
So I ran away, yelling "Wait! No! I haven't been endowed yet!", hoping this might prevent them from advancing upon me...but no, they chased me through the forest while I beat them off with a stick.
Strangely though, every time I hit them, they grew younger and younger until eventually I couldn't justify smacking them any longer. After a while, they had morphed into two cute little toddlers. Another false threat.
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