(Roger falls off of the conveyer belt into the shredder.) (message: Little box blocking the view: NOT A PRETTY SIGHT) (message: Shredded like an Iran-Contra document, your many independent parts flutter to the bottom of the hopper. This is of little importance to you, what with your being dead and all.) (still shot: Roger's remains packaged as USDA-approved ground meat. title: It Slices, It Dices... message: You're a less-than-choice cut, Wilco!)

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