oops<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">traffick boss is sitting on an imaginary sofachair in his hyperprison, smoking an imaginary cigar, resting his feet on imaginary enslaved politicians, when suddenly (oops) a strange pall comes over dictator of dictatortopia</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">dictator of dictatortopia’s eyes grow wide like saucers and his arms raise in the air, his mouth rounds like a klaxon: “red alert! red alert!”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">dictatortopia (in hypnotic monotone) : “the battleships have invaded our sidearms! red alert! to your mudstations! red alert! to your mudstations!”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">traffick boss perks up from his pretend-relaxation and attends to dictator of dictatortopia, coming near him</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">dictator of dictatortopia: “red alarm! i mean alert!”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">traffick boss: “now, what is going on here?”</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">traffick boss blows imaginary smoke at dictator of dictatortopia (who appears to relax some, unrounding his klaxon mouth and lowering his arms—</div><div dir="auto">1451</div>