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.