Samuel: Dad, why is the garden so important?
Luis Robertson: Son, when you have your own garden and your own neighbor...you will understand. *casually tosses can over fence*
Samuel: . . .What if I don't want to have a gar-
Luis: *stares* What did you just say son? You're killing me inside.
Samuel: Dad no! I'm sorry!
Luis: Do me a favor and water those flowers with your magic stick thing.
Samuel: That's not allowed dad! Not until July!
Luis: *in shadows* You have betrayed me. . .











