The father of the new plutocracy is sharing the intimate secrets of his new plan for galactic domination with the governor of one of his lower dominions in the pacific and demonstrating his new finger gesture operated depleted uranium daisy cutter laser detonator. The aging minion on the left looks on in awe as the supreme overlord effortlessly pulverizes a small outpost in the desert, somewhere near Pine Gap.
“Blammo!” exclaims the crazed megalomaniac ruler, drunk on his own power and careless in his boisterous, egotistical boasting; showing off like a child with a new super soaker.
“I think the caretaker was still in that building!” interjects the pacific minister, tired and uncertain of his ability to keep up with the virile young buck, who is unrestrained in his ecstatic enjoyment of this new phase of the war games.
“That’s okay, we’ll get ya another.” Replies the fuehrer as he calls to one of his man servants to rustle up another staff member for his little friend.
“What else have you got for us to blow up? Where’s that big pointy building that looks like a bunch of sea shells? That’d be fun to smash up!”
Little Johnny stammers: “erm…you mean the opera house?” quietly thanking God in his mind that they are a couple of thousand kilometers away, giving ‘Il Duce’ time to get distracted and forget about his impulsive plan to destroy one of the colony’s most important monuments.