traffick boss and the grotesque tortures play hopscotch at icecream
   parlor

   traffick boss is spewing blood and is screaming with his arm torn off
   for diplomatic reasons with the vivisectee group

   he is grinning as ye throws a beachball

   traffick boss [screaming, arm torn off, gushing blood, throwing
   beachball]: “the sun is so beautiful, and so are each and every one of
   you!”

   traffick boss and all the borg zombies line up and hug each other,
   adorning each other with flowers

   borg zombie 39: “

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