An airport in a country is preparing for the Dictator’s visit. White open spaces. Sun pulsing off pale concrete. A limousine cuts through the heat. Armed guards disguised as flight attendants flank the red carpet.
A PRIMITIVE MAN in a penis gourd materialises suddenly as the Dictator exits his vehicle, a noise like PPPPFFFFUHT as the poison dart is expelled from the blowpipe. Disappears in hail of automatic gunfire.