> > traffick boss is crouched by a pansy garden, hiding behind a line of rocks > > that are set up decoratively to border it, almost prone > > > > traffick boss peers around a rock to see if intern or dignitary from caring > > nation is there > > > > it is somebody! > > > > traffick boss jumps as soon as he sees them, like a hyena or something, > > pouncing on the target > > > > and there he is, wrestling a pansie, his arms and legs wrapped around the > > flower, throttling it, biting it ... > > traffick boss: "pansy, release my business secrets! those are mine, not > yours!" > > pansy: "i like it when its sunny but also drizzling a little bit, > isn't it nice to get watered and shone on at the same time?" > > traffick boss glowers at pansy, certain this is a ruse
traffick boss has exfiltrated a strategy of business war from the pansy garden he kidnapped an informant, and tortured them until they squealed their secrets he is satisfied and full of intel, and heads back to his office traffick boss: "they key is to have water and sunlight on your leaves at the _same time_.;" traffick boss memorizes the intel on his travels back
