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Ring ring ring ring...
"Hello?"
"Dough boy!" a shout came from the other line.
"Yes sir?" the Pillsbury Dough Boy was in his trailer. He had gotten word earlier that he might be called for another stupidcommercial. The Dough Boy hated getting poked all the time.
"You're wanted for a take, NOW!" the voice roared.
The Dough Boy sighed, "Yes, sir." Dissdainfully, the Dough Boy left his trailer for the set close by. He lollygaggled the way there, and the director literally threw him onto the set. The Dough Boy climbed onto the counter of a teenager cooking Pillbury Cresents.
"Aaaaaaaannnnnnddddd...Action!"
"If you love cresents, you'll love the new-and-improved Pillbury Cresents!" the Dough Boy announced. "It's something the whole family can enjoy!" The teenager smiled for the camera, uh-oh... here it comes.
The teenager stuck out her finger to the Dough Boy, and... poked him. He mad the usual "Ho-hooooooooee!" and smiled... but he hated it.
After the commercial, the Dough Boy was on the verge of a break down. He couldn't handle it any longer.
He climbed onto the counter of his trailer, and pulled out the large, sharp breadknife from the knife holder. He looked at his reflection in it.
Nobody was going to poke at him any longer... nobody was going to laugh at him any more.
They were all going to pay...