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Delivery Man: "Flowers for Mr. Jack Thompson."
Thompson: "Flowers? What are these flowers you speak of?"
Delivery Man: "It seems some 'pixelantes' got together and sent you a big 'ol shipment of these things..."
Thompson: "The pixelantes?!? Ack! They're going to explode aren't they? Or are they poisonous?"
Delivery Man: "uhhh...no. They're just ordinary, everyday flowers sir."
Thompson: "Flowers, schmowers, just what the blazes are these things..."
Delivery Man: "You honestly don't know what a flower is?"
Thompson: "I've never seen these things before..."
Delivery Man: "(whispers: 'loser') ::cough:: well, they're just a pretty plant really. Generally most people love 'em, especially as a gift."
Thompson: "Everyone loves 'em? By everyone you mean them, don't you? I knew it, those evil bastards are just messing with me again, sending me this crap they love so much. It's like mailing me a copy of Grand Theft Auto! The filthy vermin! I will not stand for this! I'm going to write another angry letter to Eibeler again, because he obviously is behind this whole thing!"
Delivery Man: "You know, your a freak..."
Thompson: "Your one of them! Ack! Get away before you infect me with your hate for children! (runs back in his house and hides in a corner)"
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