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: “ 0532 >
