What You Really Get:
We assure you that the picture was taken immediately after cone was handed over the counter. The worst part about this was that a girl in our neighborhood works at this place and she made our cone. We were afraid that she'd give us a "hook up"/"brother-in-law special," something we normally hope for, but in this case it would throw off the integrity of our experiment. But, alas, she handed us this melting abomination.
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