picture the opening scene...zombie attack (gotcha already huh...yeah i know...cool...zombies cool...vampires drool)...so not just any boring brain rippin out zombie....sheeple...those fog faced grey big gutted sheeple who devour everything corporations tell them to devour...
then there are the do gooders who's only weapons are cardboard messages, recycling and meditation...but the secret weapon they got is being readied in the super secret lab...more powerful than glitter bombs and more deadly than free hug signs...
the secret weapon is being developed as a love interest between a lesbian teen sheeple zombie and a lesbian do gooder are developing...comic relief being supplied by a crazy drag queen do gooder uncle who pops in from time to time with sassy one liners and show tunes...i will call her aunty cristal because she gives bubbly kisses that tickle your nose...
well the lovers and aunty cristal are trapped in the lab but hard at work creating the super secret weapon while a corporate militia...we will call them black (bottled) water is searching the city block by block...sheeple consuming mindlessly dont even notice the camo thugs with their ironically penis shaped high powered gunny things strapped to their arms...aim and shoot boys...aim and shoot the leader of this clan of thugs sing song grunts as he bites down harder on his cigar-is-just-a-cigar...
do gooders on every block are mowed down...their cardboard shields no protection against those mighty penis...uh...gun bullets...
and the lab lesbians are hard at work after a musical dance dream sequence of a utopian world...aunty was awesome as the fairy godmother who turned haters into puppies and all the streets were paved with rhinestones...what a lovely perfect world...sigh...anyway...
the zombies are pounding at the lab windows...the black (bottled) water boys are busting down the doors...the last drop of cure stuff vaccine is dripping from the science tubes of bubbling brew...and then...
hmmm...well...oh so this vaccine is put in an recycled spray bottle...and when the crazy gun guys and sheeple bust through the do gooders mist them...music blasts from a giant boom box...barry manilow...something soft and mellow...mandy! that is a good one...no...better one..."i write the songs..."
the boys drop their penis guns...the sheeple drop their sheeple arms full of junk food and martha stewart magazines....all of them stop...in the name of love...before you break my arms...think it o o ver....yes it is the miracle cure...a spray that makes you so happy you want to dance...and the music to dance to...next up all abba tunes! and as the aunty twirls and sprays and the lesbian do gooder lovers kiss and spray...well the world is saved...but is it...
is it? well sequels are good...so how about in another lab the koch brothers are making an anti-happy spray that is sure to bring on a new herd of sheeple...
closing credits running...good tunes playing and all is right with your couch world..."dont worry...be happy"
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