Walking into his son's room Snortin was horrified to discover that Smetchi was playing with flowers while his chainsaw lay still unopened on the bed.

"Oh my gods Smetchi! You're flower arranging, aren't you?!"

Looking up slowly at his father, a guilty look upon his face, Smetchi responded.

"I was only going to..."

"I can't believe this. My own son, a flower smelling crackpot!"

Leaping to his feet, Smetchi rounded on his father.

"I'm not a crackpot! There isn't anything wrong with liking flowers and wanting to be a florist. It's just..."

"Aaargh! A florist! It's even worse than I thought...."

"But..."

Moving quickly to the bed Snortin ripped open the packaging on the chainsaw and roughly thrust it into his son's hands.

"I don't want to here any more about it. You take that chainsaw and go kill something. I'll not have anyone saying that my son is a fruitcake"