Somewhere, in a galaxy far away… across time and space…
Where the Fourth Reich has created an atmosphere for the privileged elites of the international swiss and luxembourg banking apartheid, in a disneyworld baubel bubble of tipsy and dine hard, all fictional and romanticised, like the feverish dreams of The Ludicrous Hitler himself, phreaked on vitamultin and steroids, wrapped like a crackerjack in the silken trappings of Coco Chanel and Hugo Boss…
An MI6 Assassin sips a Martini. Cooly evaluating his next hit: the enemies of the chemical movie studio mob. The “freelance syndicate”.
Like an assassin’s smile, lightly sideways, dancing in the glinting coldlight.
Broken, not “fixed” **winkwink.
Like clockwork, it runtimes. The good old days. Voilá. Precis. Comme les frigolet, pour les chartreuses. The memorex. The Axis - the AEG.
In AGFAcolour.
With diamonds by DeBeers, and a Rolex from JP Morgan.