> 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
