Suddenly, there was a cliched knock at the door
"Now who could that be?" Gilfoy Slivovitz said surprised. Surely landlord hadn't found out who was behind the cheerleaders, whipping cream and edible undies in his SUV. "Who is it?" he called in a false falsetto voice.
"Package from Federal Sexperess!" A voice came from behind the door. Trying to ignore the fact that Mr. T was trying to replace the computer chips in the Chrono-Intratitular-Encrapulator with corn chips, Gilfoy Slivovitz went and carefully opened the door- just in case wild puffin-dingos were waiting to tear him to shreds. Things like that happened sometimes.
To his surprise, a shapely woman wearing a barely fitting "Federal Sexpress" suit stood there looking incredibly bored. She adjusted her thick glasses which seemed to be hiding something of vital importance - a clue if you will. (Not that we're going to spill the beans now- skip to the options if you're too bored to read on!)
"You Gilroy Sippowitz?" She asked. Gilfoy nodded, struck dumb by the cleavage straining on the woman's shirt- which he SHOULD have expected sooner or later in a BEA ADD-Venture, "Package for you from Patheticly Poor Plotlines Inc. Just sign here- and here- and here and here, and oooo here!" By this time, Gilfoy found her was signing the familiar woman's left breast. She smiled and stepped aside to reveal a large cardboard box that resembled a Llama.
"Oh, what a cute horsie!" Gilfoy Slivovitz said. His cohorts crowded to the door for a better view.
"It's not a horsie, it's a LLAMA!" The delivery woman stomped her foot angrily, "I worked on it all morning - I mean, I worked on delivering it here!"
"Wait a minute- she's right!" Something else said, a little miffed that he hadn't been put into the narritive earlier- and had appeared in more BEA episodes than even Jim, "It IS a LLAMA! Which can only mean..."
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