And other strange songs from the remote planets

Cyborgorgan or lasermonium? The megalomaniacal (though in effect totally benevolent) Count V. v. Döring races – WHOOOSH! – with his unpredictable and constantly morphing instrument cockpit from one church spire to the next, on the trail of the marauding German sovereign-citizen clones. When he finally discovers them hiding between sinewaves and silvernational shine-slime, jack cables grow into meat-eating sinews, contact microphones blast the sound of the bellows to infinity and timbers recede with reverse conductivity all the way to the Big Gap - WAMP! - causing all of the stupid clown's thoughts to melt into a sticky, self-poisoning, lukewarm, mealy brown mass that decomposes into its molecular components within Count Döring's soundwave attack. Up to this point: …nothing mind-blowing. Alas – HARHAR! – in front of Moers' city cathedral stands Count Döring's arch-rival Heinrich XIII Prinz Reuß, who unsheathes the ultimate democracy-killing machine: his new smartphone! "I left my soul lying on the organ bench!" the evil prince threatens. But the Count can only laugh: "If you find stuff like that fun, well why the hell not?" Detonating deafeningly, Döring's dense droneorgan democratically drains the daydream dictator's daunting dumbness directly down digital dopamine ducts… Diagnosis: dotal destruction! DOOM!