George saw the sign in front of the store and he couldn't believe his eyes, finally he could buy the Lite Brite he saw there 10 weeks ago. He'd been thinking about it every day since he saw it. When he first saw the Lite Brite he went inside to buy it, forgetting for a moment that he was homeless and lost his left nostril and 67% of his penis in the war. No not that war, the second llama war. George races inside grabs his prize and sprints to the cash register. He's elated, finally things are starting to look up for old Georgie almost dickless. As the cashier rings it up George gets out the 1.07 he has to his name. But, what's this, it says the Lite Brite is full priced! George feels his world start to crash around him and as he lies infront of the register sobbing he hears the goat manning the register bend over and whisper in his ear: "I lied about the deals"