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Huck and Jo were still on the roof sitting closely beside each other, dangling over the ledge of the building. They both scribbled on Jo’s clipboard that was spread out on their knees. Huck was frowning and looked frustrated with their work.

“We need better questions man, this is bullshit.” He said, looking down at the clipboard with wide eyes. “We come off like psychos! Nobody is going to fill in this questionnaire.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I think we’re making some real progress here.” Said Jo, quickly and with jittery facial expressions.

Huck pulled the clipboard up to avoid the sun-glare and began to read it. He too spoke quickly and orated with a shaky voice.

“Question Five,” He began, casting a sceptical look at Jo and then back at the clipboard.”Do you agree that if more men underwent breast implant surgery the statistics of breast cancer would significantly decrease?”

Huck looked at Jo; Jo looked back beaming.

“You’re a fucking idiot man. We need questions that make people think they’re donating to Breast Awareness. We have to sell this thing as a legitimate cha...