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Scene: the BatPickUp is driving along a quiet road towards a complex surrounded by a large chain-link fence. Not to far away an open gate leading into the complex is clearly visible, with a large sign by the side of the gate.
"And are you absolutely sure there are no killer kumquats, armed police, violent wolves or anything else that might constitute a danger to us." Questioned LazyScot in an aggressive tone.
"Well, not absolutely, but this is comparatively benign. There should be no physical dangers." Replied the BatAI, somewhat nervously, eyeing the reprogramming toolkit LazyScot was casually toying with.
"COMPARATIVELY?" shouted LazyScot.
"Well, compared to a shopping mall."
"Hmmm… So what is this place?" asked LazyScot as the Bat PickUp came to a stop by the entrance.
"Look at the sign."
"POOP?" said everyone, except for Zelda who said "poop?" and the BatAI who stayed smugly silent.
"Yup. Promotions Operations: Opticians and Psychiatrists."
Everybodies mouths open and closed in unison. Several times.
"Okay. That is just wrong on so many levels, " responded LazyScot eventually. "Off the top of my head, what on earth would Psychiatrists and Opticians have in common. Then, why do they need to go around selling themselves. Next, why does that involve what looks suspiciously like some form of evil research establishment? And finally what the heck makes you think this will help us get hold of some music or rabbits."
"I don't suppose I could just ask you to trust me, and go in, could I?"
"I have just one word to say to that. Kumquat."
"Okay," resignedly replied the BatAI. "Where to start? Hmm. Have you every wandered down a street and seen something that you think is impossible? A lot of people have. Their response is usually one of two things. Either they think their eyes need a check-up, or they think they are loosing their mind and need to talk about it. You see, when apparently impossible things happen psychiatrists and opticians benefit in increased trade. Now, most people think that there is more than enough work to keep the psychiatrists and opticians busy, but that is only because of the hard, secretive work of POOP. Essentially, its job is to keep people doubting their sanity and/or eyesight. Now that requires a lot of research and work to continually produce new ways of making people think that reality has just gone away on holiday. Hence this establishment. And, it just so happens that some of the things they use for to make people doubt reality are rabbits and music."
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