Dood!

...Hm? [There's the rustle of plastic-like bags as Walter shifts what he's holding.] What are you?

Prinny, dood! Delivery!

[More shuffling of stuff as a bouquet of flowers is thrust into Walter's chest.] Flowers?

Flowers, dood.

What the hell am I supposed to do with-- Hey, where do you think you're going? Take these back!

More deliveries, dood!

What the hell-- I said, take these back! I've got work to do!

No Returns, dood.

You will take these back--

No Returns policy, dood!

I'll show you No Returns policy...!

[There's a thump as Walter drops his tools (and journal) and stomps after the offending prinny. There's a squawk and audible scuffling, followed by a yell and the sound of a foot solidly connecting with something.]

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--

[BOOM]