I'm looking for this guy named Todd. Yeah FUCK YOU TODD! I was in the store right buying some ink pens because EVERYONE NEEDS INK PENS and your a liar and a horrible person if you say you don't BECAUSE YOU DO! But yeah I was in the store buying ink pens...to ink stuff...i dunno what I was gonna ink BUT SOMETHING WAS GETTING INKED...with a pen..hence why I needed ink pens. And I was at the counter to pay for it and TODD the douche took my $5.00 and I was suppose to get $3.00 back. So he hands me my change and I leave. Well as I look at the receipt it said the ink pens only cost $1.50. So right now I am panicing because thats 50 cents that I dont have. So I rush back into the store with a look of worry on my face. I go back to the counter and TODD IS GONE! He dispersed from his counter position. I run around the store asking people "Have you seen Todd? HAVE YOU FUCKING SEEN TODD!?!?" and they say "No..whos Todd?" and I reply "He has my 50 fucking cents." and notice you never EVER use the word fuck like that unless it's in a situation of emergency and this was pretty fuckin urgent. So I search around for 2 more hours never to see him again. TODD IF I FIND YOU..I want my 50 fucking cents back and I will beat your jaw in...yes if you don't know who I am and you see someone beating a jaw then thats me...i'll be the guy..beating jaws. Possibly with a stick or a rock or something. So yeah I am looking for Todd and if you know where Todd is then I will give you a picture of a midget riding an ostrich through the desert at high speeds. It's a picture so you can't tell how fast the ostrich is going but you can tell it's traveling at a rapid pace....and maybe i'll throw in a hot pocket if you can name all of the gang from the 70s show Welcome Back Kotter.