> > slave boss works on flower torture > > > > he and torturer are at flower garden > > > > slave boss: "so, with the new "flower" theme, i thought you might want > > to see my pansy garden" > > > > torturer looks at pansy garden > > > > torturer: "you've been planting the pansies we care to throw in the dirt?" > > > > slave boss looks at torturer > > > > slave boss: "yep!" > > > > [puns tragic] > > in the garden, a pansy can be seen growing > > pansy [in garden]: "oh! i have such a big heart! things just matter so > much! i can't bear to see anyone come to harm!" > > torturer looks at the pansy aghast > > slave boss: "see? they care one way, we care another. everybody cares!" > > slave boss waters the pansy
torturer goes in the garden and plants himself to get watered torturer: "pansy, tell me about growing" slave boss waters the torturer, a little confused. torturer [recieving water]: "i am but a pansy, deep down inside! it just rips me to shreds to consider it!" torturer gestures expressively, but because he is temporarily a plant, the gestures break his greenery and parts of him fall to the ground, broken from the unhandleable pain of realizing his pansy heart torturer: "there on the ground lies my pansy heart. too distant, too fractured from flashbacks and violence ..."
