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Meanwhile...in an underground bunker amid the bowels of Zurich. An army of smallish stunted fellows wearing pointy green caps and heavily moussed grey beards, tramp into a slate ampitheatre with vaulted ceilings.
Row upon row of kelly green tunics and angular elf boots execute precise parade turns in formations resembling dollar signs and pounds sterling.
At their fore, rides a regal looking elder, sitting astride an Airedale Terrier in battle armor named "Max"...
The very walls shudder with thousands of Gnomey voices expousing...
"Rrrrreeeecccooooolaaaaa".....
Forty Gnomes standing atop green plastic milk crates, blow into curved Swiss horns...
"Rrrrreeeecccooooolaaaaa".....
(in a voice like James Earl Jones on helium)
"This special counsel crisis meeting of the Gnomes Of Zurich will come to order! Grand Poo-Bah, Melvin Figowitz, presiding"!
"Brothers"! exclaims Melvin...
"A terrible fate looms before us. Brother Freidriech, while on a mountain sage & mad dog 20/20 bender, has been exposed in America"...
"He has even come out of his bunny suit and threatens to undo all of the careful work and toil we have expended in persuance of our fliatriot act effort to get a box of 'Swiss Miss' instant coco into every household in north America"!
"Whats worse... It appears he has actually testified in court, about his gnomeness, and the cadbury creamy eggs!"
"This menace must be silenced for good... before more viagra swilling Abe Vigoda clones festoon the world with candy apple red walkers, Stevens shotguns, and 'Love Boat' reruns!"
"I want this Comicsartist person's head on a stick! He must not be allowed to ruin all we have worked so hard to build. If the Bilderburgers get wind of our security lapse, the damage will be unsustainable...TO ARMS...TO ARMS!!!"
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