Seymour: ...I uh...well...you see, that...excuse me.

[Seymour goes into office as smoke billows outwards. Then immediately returns.]

Seymour: Well that was a beautiful business meeting. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped.

Chalmers: Yes, I really should be go-GOOD LORD WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THERE!?

Seymour: Norman Rockwell painting another one of his pieces of classic Americana.

Chalmers: Norman Rockwell?! Deceased famed illustrator Norman Rockwell? Painting poorly articulated nineteen fingered hands!? Portrayed in nonsensical spacial perspective!? With seventeen different light sources coming from impossible angles!?

Seymour: Yes.

Chalmers: May I see him?

Seymour: ..No.

Agnes: Seymour! Midjourney is generating AI images again!

Seymour: No mother, that's just a famous illustrator creating his masterpieces.

Charmers: Well Seymour, you are an odd fellow, but I must say, you write a professional sounding email.