Napoleon went to check on his injured partner who was supposed to stay in bed after their last assignment.
"Illya do I want to even know what all this stuff is that I got out of the your mailbox?" He yelled into the other room as he entered the apartment. Napoleon dumped a group of samples on the kitchen table where they joined other items that were similar.
"This," Napoleon pointed to the pile of items in front of him.
"I answered an ad for getting samples free." Illya explained. "It only took me an hour to fill out the surveys and now I get all these things."
"But look at all the junk mail you're getting." Napoleon held up a pile of ads for other items.
"What does that have to do with my free samples?"
"It a way to get people to buy things they don't need. Give them small sample of something they want to try, and then once they have their address slam them with junk mail."
"And your government knows about this?"
"It's called freedom of speech my friend."
"Sometimes, Napoleon I truly wonder about some of your freedoms."
"So do I partner. So do I." Napoleon said dumping the junk in the can.