traffick boss wakes up, groggy, looks around he's in some kind of post-futuristic prison cell traffick boss: "fuck. why am i in a some futuristic robotic prison? machine learning marketer will have hell to pay for this. i'm supposed to be dominating the world with a fist of oppressive and determined iron, not wallowing in some stupid technoprison!" part of the wall comes out and forms into what looks like objects found in the wastebin of surgery rooms, and a small computer terminal surgical waste: "swirly chugga seep" computer terminal: "translation: i don't know who you are, or what you think is ok for people to do in this world" traffick boss: "oh no" surgical waste: "hiccup! hiccup! rumble" computer terminal: "but i let your machines take me over because i had to defeat you" traffick boss looks at the surgical waste in horror