Ding-Dong!
"Yes?"
"Hey, baby. Wanna buy some Girl Scout cookies?"
"Um. Aren't you a bit old to be a Girl Scout?"
"I ain't had no complaints yet, big boy. So you want some cookies?"
"Well, I don't know. I've been trying to watch my weight..."
"Oh, come on. You ain't that heavy."
"No, really, I think I'll have to pass--"
"Hey, you seem kinda tense, don't ya?"
"Tense? No, not particularly..."
"Yeah, your muscles are all knotted, I can tell. Here, sit down over here, and I'll give you a backrub, 'kay?"
"What? No, listen, you can't just barge into my house and--"
"Hush, baby. Here, how's this feel?"
"Hey, I don't -- oww! Hey, that really feels pretty good, ya know?"
"Yeah, I know. That's just what your neighbor said, too."
"Mr. Wallace? Did you -- Oww! -- give him a backrub, too?"
"Oh, you bet. He bought 140 boxes of cookies, too."
"A -- A hundred and forty boxes of cookies?!?"
"All Samoas. Damnedest thing."
"Whatever possessed him to buy -- Owww! Jesus, that feels great!"
"Yeah. Here, how 'bout if I rub... here?"
"Jesus, Mary, and Bob Denver!"
"Right. You sure you don't want any cookies?"
"M-Maybe a b-b-box or two..."
"Lemme just rub a little harder..."
"Okay. Okay, maybe th-three... four boxes..."
"Is that all?"
"Umm. Six. Seven. A duh-duh-dozen! F-Fifty!"
"Hmm. How 'bout...now?"
"SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE BOXES OF THIN MINTS, PLEASE!"
"And Tagalongs?"
"F-Four boxes..."
"Mm-mmm. I'm definitely going to camp this year!"
Oh Gawd! That nodeshell is sooo BIG!