The giant drill descends slowly toward the camera, its tip beginning to spin with a high-speed metallic blur. Mr. Triangle’s bowtie spins rapidly like a propeller from his heavy, panicked breathing. He pulls out a tiny white flag and waves it frantically in total surrender. His sharp geometric corners begin to sag and soften as he wilts in fear, melting into a rounder shape. Off-screen voiceov...
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