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Leader: Even as we speak, millions of geek are trapped above us under the dome in the great square. Soon, they will be propelled deep into space by a machine of their own kind's design!

Leader: Then we, the elite of human beauty and perfection, will be rid of their sniveling stares forever!
Ki: I've got to put a stop to this...

Leader: And now, to celebrate our victory, we will ceremonially torture one we have determined as the worst of their lot!
Fooker: <<yipe!>>