[Babs comes out of her trailer after a mailman knocks on the door]
Babs Johnson:
Yes?
Delivery Boy:
Miss. Babs Johnson?
Babs Johnson:
Yes, I am Babs Johnson.
Delivery Boy:
Special delivery package, ma'am. Sign here, please.
Babs Johnson:
What do you *mean*, special delivery package? There's no address here!
Delivery Boy:
Says right here, "Babs Johnson, A Trailer, Phoenix, Maryland". And you're Babs Johnson, aren't you?
Babs Johnson:
Of course I'm Babs Johnson; I *just* told you that! But there is *no* address here! This is not on any road, route, or street! And I *don't* want people on my property! So don't *ever* bring mail here again, do you understand? And the next package you bring me is getting shoved right up your little ass, can you comprehend that?
Delivery Boy:
I understand, I comprehend, I understand.
Babs Johnson:
Now you've received some new training, as you call it, and you'd better remember it! So you have exactly fifteen seconds to get off of my property, motherfucker, before I break your goddamn neck! One, one-thousand, *two*, one-thousand...
[the mailman starts to run away]
Babs Johnson:
...*three*, one-thousand, *four*, one-thousand! Run, you bastard, run!
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