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