The seed we plant in this man’s mind may change everything. Or, at the very least, help us clear out the warehouse a little.

Whew! Thank goodness you’re still here, Mr. Corn. Sorry, I’m a little late but, wouldn’t you know it, I overslept. I’ve been having the strangest dreams lately, you know? HA HA heh ha. That’s was a little joke. You know, ‘cause of what you… You know what? Forget I said anything. You just fiddling with that little top thing you’ve got there, buddy, and we’ll get down to business.

Anyway, here’s the deal. I represent a company with certain interests in your line of work. Marketing interests, to be exact. All we need from you and your team is the implantation of a tiny little idea concerning a two-pack of Gilmour Polymer Impulse Sprinklers and how much the subject would like to purchase one. Nothing too crazy, you understand, but with a little pizzazz. Like, maybe you could whip up something involving a magical green grove of unicorns and robots all playing on the healthiest grass in the kingdom thanks to the sprinklers’ 5800 square feet water coverage and spike base that barely leaves a noticeable mark on your lawn. You do unicorns and robots, right? No? Not even elves? Really? So what DO you do? Trains and crumbling buildings? Jeez, for what you charge, I figured you guys had a little more imagination.

Oh, I see. “Keep the idea simple”. Got it. How about “I want one!” or “In for 3”? That’s pretty simple, right? Oh, and if you could implant the idea in about 20,000 people by morn… Uh, Mr. Corn? Would you mind not spinning that thing while I’m talking to you? It’s a little distracting. Thanks.

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