The Congress"The city of Abrahama and Miramount Nagasaki welcome you to the Futurist Congress. We would like to remind you that Abrahama is a fully restricted animated zone."
"So, how does it look?"
"Oh my God, I wish you could see me animated, it's pretty sick. It's like a genius designer on a bad asset trip."
"How do you mean?"
"Oh my God, I don't know. I look like... a combination between Cinderella on heroin and an Egyptian Queen on a bad hair day."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPGhw4nACfk"Hi, so your here too here huh?"
"You and I are the only ones who survived."
"And who are all the rest?"
"Characters they invented."
"You see Robin, soon this whole structure will stop existing."
"Structure? What do you mean, Jeff? This, the Miramount Classic, the Miramount Hotel?"
"No, no, no. Not Miramount Hotel. I mean, this whole structure won't exist. The script writer, who needs his antidepressants, the ex-Russian story-board artist with the drinking problem, the animators always behind deadline, and those idiots who fall in love with their computer characters. Special effects people, they can all go to f**k themselves! Movies are old news, Robin. A remnant of the last millennium. As you will very soon find out upstairs, in the Futurist Congress Miramount Nagasaki is entering a new age, we're in the era of free choice."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9cFF_YwYas"Are there any doctors left in this world?"
"Yes there are."
"Where are they?"
"Up above."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMMI8HWhqEc