traffick boss is happily making slavery contracts for blissfully detached powerplayers when suddenly he bumps into the area his father mind controlled him in and regresses into a flashback
corrupt politician: “and i want a majority share in caring peaceful nation’s — are you listening to me?”
traffick boss [in a trance, eyes wide, looking fearfully at something invisble but near corrupt politician]: “yes, i will do whatever you say, you are my master and lord”
corrupt polit—