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Lupin: The people received a package! Elvis, answer the question on everyone's whiskers... Lupin: Are there packing peanuts? Elvis: It's a tremendous harvest, Lupin. Peanuts for days. Lupin: Yes! Puck: Packing peanuts are infinite and multiply when you look at them. Elvis: It's only a matter of time before the People clean them up. We have to act fast. Elvis: By stuffing them under a couch. Puck: People hate packing peanuts, yet mail each other boxfuls of them all the time. Elvis: Behind the refrigerator... Puck: Packing peanuts increase their volume to fill whatever space they occupy. Elvis: It closed just fine a minute ago Woman: Honey, the cats got into those styrofoam thingies, can you get me the broom? Puck: I am part of the infinite...