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[Poison Ivy, Quasimodo, Sam & Public.]
[Chi has to take this present thing slow.]

[Ivy, Poison.]

There such a thing as a plant pound?

[Quasimodo.]

[Intentionally English.]

You got problems.

[Sam A.]

Next time you decide to send me something, don't.

[Public.]

[We're not at all afraid by the number of people who bother to send us things. No. We don't care. We are an island.]

People need to sign your damn Christmas cards. Otherwise it's like getting caught in a yard sale. With tinsel.

And don't think I don't know who is sending the shitty books.

[Significantly, Daniel has not yet given anybody one damn thing. He still has a couple days to do it, though. Theoretically.]