Poinsettia Much?

So, I was sitting in my office yesterday morning - minding my own business - when this ginormous Poinsettia was delivered from Ralph, Nathaniel (godson), and Nathaniel's soon-to-be bride and her little one. It is beautiful, but in the back of my mind I keep hearing things like: "Feed me, Seymour, feed me." "Must be blood, must be fresh." And my personal favorite: "I'm just a mean green mother from outer space, and I'm bad."