"Get outta here, you stoner," the business man said, as he walked to his car. It was that stupid old hippie that was constantly hanging around his office parking lot playing his stupid hippie music next to his stupid hippie van. Even after the sun had gone down, the guy was still at it. The business man had called the police before, but apparently it wasn't enough to get rid of him.
"Leave him alone, Will. He's just ... expressing himself," Shirley said.
"Yeah, well, maybe he should express himself somewhere else."
"I agree with Will," Nancy said.
"Yeah, big surprise there," Shirley said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nancy asked.
"Wow, he's back, huh?" Darren asked, walking towards the group.
"Yeah," Will said. "But not for long."
"What are you going to do?" Shirley asked.
"Whatever I can to get rid of that new age stoner. He's scaring off our customers. You don't want to get fired, do you, because of lack of customers?"
All three shook their heads "no".
"Then let's get rid of him."
The four of them approached Jacob Foster (aka the Preacher), not realizing that the next wish he made would come true. Actually, Jacob wasn't aware of that either.
"Listen, old man. We need to talk," Will said.
