traffick boss was furious at a violet in a field traffick boss: "violet, why are you causing me such great pain"
traffick boss was holding a part of his head, which was injured the violet didn't look at traffick boss, it grew their absorbing sun rays and pumping water through its xylem and making sugars out of air and light but traffick boss imagined it looking back at him he put a hand on his hips, and he imagined the violet putting its hands on its hips back at him violet [traffick boss's imagination]: "traffick boss, i caused you pain because of stupid mistakes you made." traffick boss [in retort to imagined violet dialogue]: "i don't make mistakes, violet. don't cause me pain." violet [traffick boss's imagination]: "it's your own fault, traffick boss, for being so bad at being a boss!" 1733
