Challenge Shaq to a breakdancing contest
"Oh, ok then," you mumble with downcast eyes. Tears begin
welling up but you squint them in, refusing to let your disappointment
show. Just then your mom walks in on you petting Shaquille O'Neil.
"What are you doing?!" she shrieks, "You know my
feelings on NBA players in the house! You're just not old enough for
that responsibility. Maybe in a few years we can get one, but now is
just too early."
"PLEASE mom!" you beg, "He's house trained and
everything! I'll feed him and wash him and take him for walks all by
myself. You and dad won't have to do anything! I'll even get a
paper-route to pay for his chew-toys and food! I'm ready for the
responsibility!!"
You challenge Shaq to a breakdance contest. "No," he
replies, insulted.
