As Johnny FIRSTer was innocently walking along a suburban Detroit street, he hears a whisper from behind the bushes.
It's Paul in a chicken suit and some sunglasses.
Paul: "Pssst. Hey, kid... come over here. Are you into robots? I've got a deal for ya. A friend of mine has set me up with a great stash of hot Johnson motors."
Johnny FIRSTer: "You mean those really swell Fisher-Price motors?"
Paul: "Yep. Those very motors. You can't get these anywhere else. Fisher-Price service centers won't sell 'em. These are the ones with 15k free speed and 240 Watts of power."
Johnny FIRSTer: "Oh, golly, mister... this is too good to be true! Are they FIRST-legal?"
Paul: "You bet your last Victor 884 they are... perfectly legal."
Johnny FIRSTer: "Wow... I gotta have some. How much do you want for 2?"
Paul: "You look like a nice kid, I'll let you have the first 2 for free."
Johnny FIRSTer leaps toward the tote of Johnson motors and grabs two. He pauses, holding them in his hands like the holy grail, and says, "thanks, mister!"
Paul smiles, nods his head, and as the kid runs off down the street, says "he'll be back."
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Anyway, put me down for 4, Paul.
Andy B.