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At a warehouse floor outside the town of Ascaffenburg, Germany...
Machines spool up in a creaking cacophony as a bio assembly line/cloning production facility emits its deadly goods.
Faceless, nameless proto-plasmic hulks suspended upon meat hooks shuffle towards a massive programming and sheet protien stamping machine. The Gno-cray computer force feeds the pliant material old "Barney Miller" reruns and Warner Brothers cartoons.
Hunched over a mahogany desk is a studious, pilsner soaked, overweight teutonic computer nerd in a soiled white t-shirt that says "Bilderburgers are people too", and a bad hairpiece looking remarkably like a dead ferret.
"Bwahahahaha!!!" sputters the incontinent Bavarian behemoth. "The next batch of enforcers are well on their way! We shall arm them with SIG shotguns and send them forth to deal with the Roger Rabbit security lapse! And I want that Jessica...I love the way she's drawn"...
Another assembly line sputters to life, at ferret head's behest, at the Cadbury plant outside Hershey, PA...
The Creamy Cadbury eggs are injected with the "never ask for directions" gene, painstakingly extracted from wayward American recreational vehicle dads...
Finally... another plant springs into immediate production in Olathe, Kansas. This line produces Garmin gps nav-assistants, and, through several shell corporations, funds the Bilderburger effort outside Aschaffenburg...
The enforcers are fed with the co-ordinates of the trial, and several hundred of the diobolical Abe Vigoda beasties are plodding towards the courtroom this very minute...
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