> ding-dong ! > > traffick boss looked up from his cigar tic-tac-toe game that dictator > of dictatortopia refused to play, at the entrance to the hyperprison > > the door opened and in came a few children carrying bouquets of flowers > > child 1: "traffick boss!" > > traffick boss looks at the children > > child 1 hands a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss. > > child 2 [also handing a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss]: "thank > you so much for returning our lost possessions!" > > traffick boss is holding some flowers, looking bewildered and > half-happy at child 2 > > child 3 [also handing a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss]: "we > needed them so much after they were stolen by spies and goons and > criminals!" > > child 4 goes to hand a bouquet of flowers to beaming traffick boss > when wealthy investor interrupts them > > wealthy investor: "it was rebel worker 2 who returned your > possessions. how did you get down here?" > > the chlidren and traffick boss all look crestfallen
meeting involving rebel worker 2 rebel worker 2: "i had traffick boss return some of the crucial items he had taken from families in the area, because it made obvious sense to do so." rebel worker 2: "we both did it." traffick boss is happy to receive half of the flowers. nobody has ever given him flowers quite this way before.
