Workers: Mr. Chairman
Chairman: Now?
Followers: Chairman Mao?
Chairman: No (as he chuckles)
Mice: Rulers ruling, rapping knuckles?
Chairman: (he smiles) Like a nun.
Fools: So, now what’s to be done?
Chairman: Cut down words like trees.
Blind men: As you please, Mr. Chairman, as you please.
Simpletons: And, for us, what’s in it?
Chairman: The sky’s the limit. <
Geese: No doubt for you.
Chairman: You, too, my friends, you, too.
Chairman: Hail!
Animals: The Corporacracy!
Chairman: Hail!
Lambs: The Corporacracy!
Chairman: Hail!
Sacrificial lambs: The Corporacracy!
Chairman: Go in peace, your employment is over.

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