A concept kitchen suspended above a vaguely familiar landscape. Los Angeles?

"Are we just gonna let those rags burn up?"

"Yes."

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Strolling around a penny arcade in the wilderness. Every booth is a shooting range with heavy caliber guns that need to be propped up.

Hitler's buzz saw.

The sound of tearing paper.

I walk up to one and get ready to shoot. As I sight down the barrel I see a little placard with the brand name: Azazel. Nothing happens when I squeeze the trigger. It dawns on me that none of these guns work. They're all dysfunctional, ersatz.

A ways down Professor Clemens has a stall with a big weapon on a mount. He's taken some clips away from this young riot girl and he's chastising her like she was a baby, telling her to leave. For some reason I find this hilarious.