So lofty that its shadow passes over one hundred percent of the commercial district!
It makes the city a giant sundial, counting down the hours until its doom!
The Parasol building... INDEED!
And yet, this eminent edifice is deeper than it is tall! A Dungeon of Babel, it extends for miles underground, in every direction -- the very roots of evil!
[ORSON WELLES or someone quite like him is reading all this out.]
Here in his bowels, the very wickedness is brewing that caused Lucifer to offend God!!
COLESLAW: Oxford! Oxford!
* Unnatural Experiments Division *
* Dr. Reginald Coleslaw - Head Scientist *
* Dr. Winston Oxford - Neck Scientist *
WINSTON: Yes, Reg?
COLESLAW: Oxford, you've been doing more unauthorised experiments! I won't have it, sir!
WINSTON: Authorise them, then.
COLESLAW: It's my phallus on the line if an incident should occur. So cease your reckless shenanigans!
WINSTON: But sir--!
COLESLAW: I do not wish to hear it! I am preparing for our visit from Mr. Cunt, and all I require of my ASSISTANT is that he do the work I have ASSIGNED him.
So...
COLESLAW: Imagine, sir -- if you can! -- a creature with the head of a crocodile, and the body... OF AN ALLIGATOR!!
COLESLAW: Behold... the CROLLIGATOR!
[It is a BUNNY.]
MR CUNT: THIS is the future of Parasol!
[WINSTON is so goddamned frustrated.]
