"Here's my garden," said Marvin. "I'm very proud of it."
"Ha Ha, that's hilarious," I replied.
"What's so funny?"
"Marvin's Garden - you know, like that property in the Monopoly game. Marven Gardens? You know? Monopoly? Heh...uh....it's a game, right? With dice and....um....hotels....and...uh...I like to be the shoe....Not ringing a bell? Aw, forget it."
He regarded me blankly for a minute and then said, "You are one weird dude."
I saw a lot of machinery whirring around in the murky ceiling. Mechanical arms were moving about, pruning here, trimming there, spraying water and nutrient gas, much like the growing chambers at Leviathan Fruitworks, Inc. It's an almost-entirely self-sufficient operation except for the occasional maintenance on the apparatus, but you wouldn't know it from the way that mushroom on the right kept complaining to Marvin - "It's too hot in here! It's too crowded! Nasium keeps dropping pods on my head!"
Marvin placated him and then said to me as an aside, "Mushrooms never shut up. Bunch of freakin' whiners. It's in their spores. If I hear it from him one more time today I'm going to kick him in his pileus."
"Ah," I replied. And then thought, "You're talking about beating up a mushroom...and you think I'm weird?"