--------- boss: "arright that's a wrap! on to the city dump! those fuckers will never know what hit 'em! MIND CONTROL! yeah!!!"
hairdresser turns up the music all the snacks on the shelves in unison: "MIND CONTROL !!!" everybody except the attendant and including all the snacks piles out of the snack shop and loads onto a firetruck driven by an implanted fireman in a trance staring at their cellphone instead of the road cyborg vivisectee [to snacks]: "you guys can go back on the shelves now" the snacks all pile back out of the firetruck and back onto the shelves including a cyborgzombie icecream sandwich, moving rigidly with little outstretched popsicle sticks for zombie arms boss wails the firetruck siren as the hypnotized fireman drives! his helicopter follows overhead
