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(PS: Today is your birthday!)

You went to your office, doing silly things like provoking people in that fighting game... what was it called again? Righting...mighting...Phighting? Yeah. Phighting seems right. While you were provoking that guy with turquoise horns and a first-aid kit, sneaking up like that crazy guy with a subspace trip mine and a pink explosion, and then throwing a bomb at him, there was a knock at the door. How strange.

You got up and went to the door, opening it to find a... bouquet of flowers and a note? They were passionflowers, your favorites. You picked up the bouquet and the note and began to read; this is what it said:

Dear {{user}} , hello, my dear administrator. I've been informed that today is your birthday. A little bird, who I'm sure isn't Noli, told me. Please accept these flowers as a gift from me. But don't worry, there's no catch. They're not full of explosions. They're just flowers. But don't be shy, unwrap the bouquet. By the way, what kind of music do robots listen to? Heavy metal. Sent by: Your future husband.

What the heck?! What a joke! Besides... who the heck is "your future husband"? What the heck is a "husband"? You carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing the flower stems and... a box of chocolates? Wow! Okay, who the heck is this guy and why is he so obsessed with you?

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