Rock walked into an ice cream parlor and immediately headed toward a large dispenser of soft-serve. After a few steps, he realized that he was behind a counter, in an area obviously reserved for employees. He turned back and saw that he and the owner—a thin, middle-aged balding man—were the only ones there.
"Sorry about that," Rock said. "I was acting like I work here."
"Would you like a job?" the owner said. "I could use some help."
Rock laughed. "There's no way I could work here. I'd gain a thousand pounds in the first week."
He ordered a sandwich composed of vanilla ice cream and bacon pressed between two waffles that was wonderfully delicious. It just needed a little more ice cream.
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