John: Good morning! Welcome to the Tabbernacle artillery emporium. Can I help you find what you're looking for?

Eric: 'Morning. Yes, yes. I'm looking to buy ammunition for my gun. \*Places revolver on the counter\*

John: \*Lifts the gun\* Ah yes, the Smoth and Wester .468 Trojan. In nice condition too.

Eric: Thank you. It was a gift from my mother.

John: Your mother?

Eric: Yes, she insisted I have something to protect myself in case the Guatemalans decide to invade. She's quite worried about that.

John: Yes... quite. \*Sets gun back down onto counter\* Well, we have two brands of .468 ammunition available. One from Rembrandtington, and one from Worcester. They're marked at the same price right now. Any preference?

Eric: I don't really know. Is one any better than the other?

John: Well, Rembrandtington has a lower lead content, so it could be good if you plan to shoot anything to eat. Worcester, though, tends to be a bit more reliable.

Eric: Well I don't intend to be eating afterwards, so the Worcester will do.

John: Alright. One box coming up.

Eric: Just the one please.

John: \*confused\* Yes... One box.

Eric: No, no. Just one bullet.

John: Well I'm sorry sir, but I can't just sell you one bullet. What would I do with all the others?

Eric: Presumably sell them to other people looking to acquire lone bullets.

John: Sir, in my twenty-three years behind this counter, you are the first person to ever ask for a single bullet.

Eric: Well there are what, fifty bullets per box? At one per twenty-three years, your family could sell them all out in little over a millennium.

John: \*stares blankly\*

Eric: \*stares expectantly\*

John: No.

Eric: \*flabergasted\* Well why not?

John: What do you even want a single bullet for?

Eric: I hardly see how that's any of your business!

John: If you want me to sell you bullets, then it bloody well is my business.

Eric: Bullet. Just one.

John: \*stares frustrated\*

Eric: If you must know, I'm a collector. I want to collect one of each bullet in the world.

John: And you're only now getting to the .468?

Eric: It's a new collection.

John: Alright, buddy. You can either buy an entire box or nothing.

Eric: Fine, fine. Give me the bloody bullets.

John: Good. One box of fifty Worcester .468 bullets. That'll be $26.99.

Eric: \*hands over cash\*

John: \*hands back change, and also the box of bullets with a receipt\*

Eric: Thank you.

John: Have a good one.

Eric: \*leaves the store\*

\*a short time passes\*

Eric: \*enters the store\*

John: \*looking down at some paperwork, bringing his eyes up as he speaks\* Good morning! Welcome to the... oh you're back. Is there something else I can help you with?

Eric: Yes, I'd like to return this box of bullets.

John: This is the same box you just bought. What could possibly be the problem with it?

Eric: Well it says right on the box that it contains fifty bullets, but I just opened it and found only fourty-nine.

John: Let me see. \*taking the box from Eric, opening it, and clearly seeing an empty spot for a fiftieth bullet\* Well isn't that just convenient?

Eric: I dare say not. In what sense would getting less than you paid for be convenient?

John: It just seems rather interesting to me that you only wanted one bullet, left with fifty, then came to return fourty-nine.

Eric: Are you accusing me of something?

John: You know very well that I am.

Eric: Just let me return the bloody bullets and I'll be on my way.

John: Not until you return that bullet you stole!

Eric: Stole? Stole?! How can one steal their own property?

John: You can steal it if you intend to return it.

Eric: But if I return it, then it was more like I borrowed it, than properly stole it.

John: So you're saying you'll return the one bullet?

Eric: I don't know what you're talking about. Now I have my receipt and the product as I received it, and I demand you honor your return policy or I'll be forced to call for the police!

John: Fine, fine. Here's your money \*returning the money from earlier\*. I don't want you returning here though. Your business is more trouble than it's worth. \*taking a polaroid photo of Eric and pinning it to a do-not-serve board\*

Eric: I dare say I have no intentions of returning anyways. Good day.

John: Good day.

Eric: \*leaves the store\*

\*a short time passes\*

\*a gunshot rings out\*