The town shrunk daily, but it was important to Mortimer to keep the graveyard looking pristine. His grass slowly perished in the summer heat despite his best efforts.
Frank the salesman held up a large can. “It’s called Live-All Fertilizer. It’ll restore life to anything, no matter the circumstances.”
“Sounds great,” sighed Mortimer. “How much?”
“Ten Dollars per gallon.”
Cripes, that too cheap! thought Mortimer. What a naive salesman.
“I’ll take ten gallons.”
The Salesman decided to stay at the motel across the street. He even gave Mortimer the room number. Mortimer shrugged and wrote down the info. He applied the fertilizer that afternoon.
The next morning Mortimer pounded on the Salesman’s motel door. “Your fertilizer made zombies you idiot!”
Amid screams of “Brains!” the Salesman held up a bottle. “Zom-B-Gone! Takes down zombies on contact.”
“Fine! I’ll take ten bottles.”
“Great,” grinned the Salesman. “That’ll be $5,000 per bottle.”
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