by Chris Alarie
Exterior
Park. The SALESMAN, carrying the camera, approaches JEFF—30ish,
handsome, and smiling—as he sits by a fountain, listening to music
on earbuds
SALESMAN
[from
behind the camera]
Excuse
me, sir.
The
salesman waves to Jeff (his hand appears from behind the camera) to
get his attention. Jeff looks up and takes out his earbuds.
JEFF
Pardon?
SALESMAN
What
would you do for a Klondike bar?
JEFF
I
don't know.
SALESMAN
Would
you kill yourself for a Klondike
bar?
JEFF
[chuckles]
Yeah,
sure.
SALESMAN
Great!
The
salesman hands Jeff a Klondike bar.
JEFF
Thanks.
Cut
to:
Jeff
is just finishing the Klondike bar.
SALESMAN
It
looked like you enjoyed that.
JEFF
Yeah,
it was great. Thanks!
SALESMAN
Ok,
since we held up our end of the
bargain—
The
salesman tries to hand a gun to Jeff. Jeff puts his hands up and
refuses to take the gun.
JEFF
Whoa!
Wait, what?
SALESMAN
You
said you'd kill yourself for a
Klondike
bar. So... pay up!
The
salesman attempts to force the gun into Jeff's hands again. Jeff
again pushes it away.
JEFF
What!?
I thought you were kidding!
SALESMAN
I
wasn't.
JEFF
Well
I don't know what to tell you—
SALESMAN
I
had a feeling you would try to back
out.
So I took the liberty to send a man
to
your house—341 Maple Drive, right?
JEFF
Y-yeah?
SALESMAN
That's
what I thought. So, he is sitting
in
a van outside your house right now,
watching
as your wife, Linda, plays with
your
daughter, Wendy. All I have to do is
give
him the word and he'll—well, you don't
want
to know what he's gonna do.
JEFF
What
the fuck!?
SALESMAN
In
fact, here's a photo he just texted me.
The
salesman shows his phone to Jeff. Jeff, white as a sheet, covers his
mouth.
JEFF
Oh
my god.
SALESMAN
Yeah.
I'm not fucking around here. So...
The
salesman attempts to hand the gun to Jeff a third time. His hands
shaking with fear, Jeff finally takes the gun.
SALESMAN
That's
right.
JEFF
[crying]
I
can't believe this!
SALESMAN
In
your mouth, motherfucker.
Jeff,
still crying, puts the gun in his mouth, and looks toward the
salesman/camera in desperation. The salesman cackles deviously.
JEFF
[still
crying, words muffled
by the gun in his mouth]
I
didn't even want the bar!
SALESMAN
But
you ate it, so...
Pull
the trigger, you little bitch.
Screen
freezes on Jeff with the gun in his mouth. The Klondike bar logo
appears onscreen and the salesman joins in with a VOICE as it sings
the famous jingle.
VOICE
& SALESMAN
[in
unison]
What
would you do-o-o—
for
a Klondike bar?
end
Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.