Agent Jones switched to the big screen and a grainy video of Memo sitting at his enormous desk, a swivel-hipped Elvis clock ticking behind his bewigged head. 'Death to the capitalist pigs! Death to your cinnamon bun-smelling malls! Death to your power walking and automatic car windows, and I'm With Stupid T-shirts! The Republic of Cha-cha will never bend to your side-of-fries -drive -through-please-oh-would-you-like-ketchup-with-that corruption! Memo B. Cha-cha defies you and all you stand for, and one day, you will crumble into the sea, and we will pick up the pieces and make them into sand art.

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