Startled by the news of the approaching Frigate of Free Lyricism the Veritanians rapidly deploy their Ultimate Coast Line Defense Program (UCLID) that basicly consists of raising a row of enormous empty Coca-Cola bottles along the shore. The Moloch of the Silent Majority supervizes the works with its hands ostentatiously idle, while blatantly disrupting the illusion of true perspective. Who could blame it for doing so?
