Hey, you little brats. Get down from those battlements. Those boxes are for shipping. Not for creating a world of pure imagination. Give them back!
Not until we are bored with them. Now begone!
[Voice becomes deeper] I shall go. But I will return with an army of my brethren. And together, we shall take back what is ours and hell will rain down upon you!
What if we're not here?
We will come two more times. And then you will have to come to our customer's center. [Normal Voice] It's near the airport, where the old Crown Books used to be.




