Me: Uhm. Hey, guys ... I see you're all probably up to something very important with those pitchforks and torches, so I'll just come back later, 'k?
The Assembled Horde: GET HER!
Me: *running* BUT ... BUT ... BUT...
The Assembled Horde: YES, IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU CAN MAKE UP THIS SHIT! YOU HAVE MADE UP THIS SHIT!
Celeste: Wait. Why are we wielding farm implements?
Vieve: Because she's made us all obsessed with gardening!
Chisara: Speak for yourself. I hate being somewhere without good environmental controls.
Sabi: I miss gardening.
Vieve Prime: Gardening is so ... peaceful.
The rest of the Horde comments in turn, and a discussion breaks out about the persistence of gardening and gardener themes, whether the persistence is a deliberate literary device, a reflection of my true feelings ("I get it. She thinks we're all freaking weeds," Suosio observes at one point), or just my being lazy.
Thirty minutes pass, they're still yammering, and I'm off somewhere safely playing Sims 3, where the characters usually don't give me shit about theme persistence and jigsaw story arcs -- and if they do, they get set on fire.