“Sir, all sales are final,” answered the suave, well-dressed salesman.
“But ... but you misrepresented the real estate,” the irate man spluttered.
“Not at the time, and the price, well, the price was dirt cheap, if I can use that cliché term,” replied the salesman with a pompous look.
“Dirt cheap? More like cheap dirt!”
“My dear sir,” argued the salesman, “I had NO idea they would downgrade Pluto’s status.”
“I don’t care! You sold me a planet. I demand a planet, or I’ll punch you in your scaly green nose!”