(A tall, stunning, buffed out youth in brows delivery-service fatigues comes through the door bearing a large package, definitely longer than wide, with curiously rounded ends.)
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Hey! Goy named M. Blow in here? Got a pedestal. Instructions say you have to bend over for receipt. Never mind, just sign here. )
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(Glancing nervously at the raspberry jello pit, he drops the long paper-wrapped parcel on the floor next to Mbo and exits nervously).