Exceptional to scam or not to scam Kevin Kleine by Iza Deleanu They Could Have Said... contest entry

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence. - Hello, Sir, my name is Kevin. - Kevin the Clown? - No, Sir, Kevin Kleine. - Kleine? You mean Kevin Little? - No, Sir, just Kleine. I am calling you... - Yeah, you are calling me, why? - I am calling you on behalf... - What? There is another HÃlfte, zu Half? - Ja, I mean, yes, I am calling you on behalf of Tribune Post... - What? Tribune? Do we still have one? I thought this was over with ... Jefferson? - Jefferson? - Yes, Thomas Jefferson, the president of the United States. - I thought Trump is the president... - How old are you sonny? - I am eighteen years old, Sir. - Aahh, that explains it. You were not born at that time, and they don't teach you proper American history nowadays. - Anyway, so I am calling you from the newspaper, Tribune Post, with a special offer. - What Post? I thought we got rid of the Post, now we have special delivery -- door to door! - Sir, not that Post, I am talking about the newspaper. - Sonny, I have not seen a new paper since Internet took over the fiber - Fibre? - Yeah fibre optic,ethereal  connection you know! - Hm! Ehte.. . what? Sir, this is not part of my script. - It's not? Then what it is? - I am supposed to call you and sell you... - Sell me? Sonny, I am not your slave to sell me, and besides that I am too old for human trafficking. No sex and no good organs for selling, here! - Sir, I actually wanted to sell you life insurance. - Live insurance? Wow, ist' there an off-line offering? - Sir, no live, LIFE like in life, alieve. - Why do you think I need a life insurance,Sonny? - Well, with the new Coronavirus, and since you are old, you know you can insure your life for five bucks a month and if you ... you know... your wife will... - My wife, will what? - She will have money to live after you. - So, you are saying you will pay five bucks per month, is that right, Little? - Yeah. - If I want my wife to have something after me, I must live at least ten years to make a profit. Right? - No, Sir, you can die in a few months...if you like! - Corona is not allowing a few months... If you get it, you are gone. - No, Sir, we guarantee at least one hundred bucks return on investment. I just need your account information for the paperwork. - Account? You mean my shoe box? - Shoe box, Sir? - Yeah, Little, I don't trust the banks, so I keep all my savings in a shoe... box. - I can't register a Shoe ... Box. Can you transfer one hundred from that Shoe? - No, I can't. My Box does only face to face transactions. If you want me, come and get me, if you know what I mean! - Sir, who am I talking to? - Sonny, you are talking to your DEATH, now how about that life insurance, do you want it or not? - What? - Yeah, you have ten seconds left. I will soon get the bonus for keeping you on line. - What line? In the background, we can hear some commotion and breaking of doors. - Sonny, make up your mind fast, otherwise... Somebody calls: -Drop the phone, FBI! -Son of g... We can hear some shoots in the background. - Sonny, are you there? - He is gone. Nice job, Jefferson.   Recognized Author Notes 613 words. As usual thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the story and have fun.

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