It was a bright and sunny day in Blackbanana - at least, it probably was. After all, the choking black smoke covering the whole area seemed ridiculously capable of blocking out any view of the outside world.
Hell, accidents occurred so often that no one bothered to use cars anymore - they just walked into equally sooty factories and worked their arses off for pathetic wages. Why didn't they leave? No one really knows, but any who tried usually ended up dead - or worse, very dead on the crossroads of the settlement, where a massive sign to the sky saying "Blackbanana" stood. Many cars have crashed into the sign because they couldn't see it but it still stood tall, again no one knows why.
Lord Almighty BananaLee sat in his yacht, far upwind from the town which was his. The black smoke which hung around the town could be visible even from several miles away. He saw the smoke, and was content - he was even more content that the apparent Mayor, some fellow named Diggy? Ciggy? Piggy? Something like that - hadn't even *noticed* him and he didn't even get an honourable mention. Nonetheless, it seemed his little area was building up quite nicely.
"Great Lord!" a peon knelt at BananaLee's feet, "the leader of the opposition has been brought to you!"
"Ah, good good. Congratulations Mr. Leader-of-the-Opposition. You've volunteered to become the guinea-pig for a new form of punishment to all industrial dissidents in the area. Have you heard of the term, lobotomy?"
Mr. Opposition (for lack of a better name) just stared. Prior to his arriving at the yacht, he was dragged behind a jet ski from the shore, half drugged up with opium and other random drugs security could conjure.
"No answer, eh? Well, it's supposed to make you less dissident and more compliant. So thanks for your cooperation. Doctor!"
A doc- no, a quack appeared with an ice pick and mallet. It was time to start
