.. because his plans call for a minimum $22 million cash prize. How would you deal with eccentric uncle Fred?
Uncle Fred? Lottery ticket? Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Detective. I don’t even have an uncle named Fred, and I bought that lottery ticket myself. Look at my signature on it. Now if there’s nothing else, I’d like to be allowed to leave this little interrogation room and go about my business. Harrumpf!
(Meanwhile, rewind ten days . . . )
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((((Folks, why does this premise sound so familiar to me? Grrrrrrr.)))))
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