And from Milan tonight comes word that Italian police have swooped down on yet another nest of plotters!
We are innocent! We are but but poor working men! We are unjustly accused!
Pain and death to all western swine!
American industrialist Oliver Warbucks once did business with many of these people. Now, as Italian police round them up, he is useful.
Yes, that one. He is a chemist. He was part of an offshore project down in the gulf.
Aha! Well, he is also a holy man. He leads hundreds of proud devotees to whom he promises paradise!
This world is full of people who are are more than what they appear to be. Is this not so, my friend Count Oliviero?
We all are what we are. At the end of the day.
You will main your covert masquerade, Warbucks.
Indeed! As will all the rest of us who wear new faces in these desperate times!
Steel! Composite plastic! Who would ever know Xaxos again?
Fire! Flames! My face baked away! My flesh in blackened strips! Here is all that remains of Xaxos!
Beep beep beep!
Aha! I have mail! The satellite to which I am reluctantly bound now summons! So then, be gone with mortal hands! Be gone with the pleasures of the flesh! If Xaxos is now only a machine, then so be it!
And from Milan tonight comes word that Italian police have swooped down on yet another nest of plotters!
We are innocent! We are but but poor working men! We are unjustly accused!
Pain and death to all western swine!
American industrialist Oliver Warbucks once did business with many of these people. Now, as Italian police round them up, he is useful.
Yes, that one. He is a chemist. He was part of an offshore project down in the gulf.
Aha! Well, he is also a holy man. He leads hundreds of proud devotees to whom he promises paradise!
This world is full of people who are are more than what they appear to be. Is this not so, my friend Count Oliviero?
We all are what we are. At the end of the day.
You will main your covert masquerade, Warbucks.
Indeed! As will all the rest of us who wear new faces in these desperate times!
Steel! Composite plastic! Who would ever know Xaxos again?
Fire! Flames! My face baked away! My flesh in blackened strips! Here is all that remains of Xaxos!
Beep beep beep!
Aha! I have mail! The satellite to which I am reluctantly bound now summons! So then, be gone with mortal hands! Be gone with the pleasures of the flesh! If Xaxos is now only a machine, then so be it!