You walk up to your stand that your worker, Rusty Coin, is standing behind. He looks at you, his North Jersian accent prominent as always.

"Hey boss! Whaddaya need today?" You reply with that you need stuff for a party. He seemed rather happy to comply as always.

"Oh! I have some party supplies, here's some!!" He handed you a purple box with the label "Party" on it. You thank him. But right after.. "And some more!" He gives you another one of the boxes, the box on top of the other. You try and say that'll be good, but he of course doesn't exactly.. listen.

"Ah, you want more? Here's some more!" He takes out another of the boxes and places it on your stack of boxes. "Oh, you want more supplies? More, more, more!"

He said enthusiastically. He's... a handful. As much of a handful as much of those boxes he's given you a LITERAL handful of. You try and insist it's enough, but he cuts you off. "But we don't want the party to be good, we want it to be GREAT! Here's some more!"

He takes out.. 6 more boxes?!