Walk up to the truck, ring the bell. Sketchy looking dude with a shirt that says ‘Ice Cream’ in the Google colors says:
>Hi. Let me get a Klondike Bar.
>What’s your name?
>Why is that relevant? I’m trying to use your service.
>I require a full name (creepy smile).
>Ughh. Whatever, I’m John Anon. Now give me my K-Bar.
>What’s your Phone Number? Don’t worry, I won’t use it for evil. I’m just going to use it to keep you SAFE.
>You’re about to get pepper sprayed dawg. Fuck the Klondike, I’m out.
Walk across town to another Ice Cream Truck.
>Ring the bell.
>Same creepy dude pops out. HI!
>How in the hell… Did you teleport? You’re like a Wizard Pedophile.
>I bought up all the Ice Cream Trucks in town. Want to receive Text Messages?
>Give me a fucking Klondike. Now! (Slowly pull out Pepper Spray).
>Share your location with me, so I can pinpoint you via GPS! Don’t worry, it’s not bad, I’m just making the World SMALLER (even creepier smile)
>Unload an entire fucking can of Pepper Spray on that creep, call the cops after I steal my Klondike and run home.