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INT. THRONE ROOM - NIGHT
The DICTATOR is sitting on his throne, wearing a crown and a cape. He is surrounded by his MINISTERS and GUARDS. He is holding a microphone and speaking to a large crowd of FLATFOOTS, who are gathered outside the palace. On a big screen behind him, there are images of the arched foot leaders, who are tied up and wearing metal collars around their necks. The collars are connected to wires that lead to a large machine, which has a button that says "FLATTEN".
DICTATOR: My fellow flatfoots, today is a glorious day. Today, we celebrate our victory over the arched foots. Today, we witness the final step of our glorious mission. Today, we flatten the last remnants of the arched foot resistance. Today, we flatten the Pope, the Queen, and the President!
CROWD: (chanting) Flatten them! Flatten them!
DICTATOR: But before we do that, let me tell you a story. A story of how I became the flatfooted savior of the world. A story of how I discovered the secret of the foot shape. A story of how I...
He is interrupted by a loud explosion, as the wall behind him blows up. MARIA and the REBELS emerge from the smoke, holding guns and the device.
MARIA: (shouting) Stop! Don't do it!
DICTATOR: (shocked) What? Who are you?
MARIA: We are the arched foot rebels. And we are here to stop you.
DICTATOR: (laughing) Stop me? You are too late. I have already flattened the world. You are the last ones left. And you are outnumbered and outgunned. You have no chance.
MARIA: We have more than you think. We have this.
She holds up the device and presses a button. A green light flashes, and a beep sounds.
MARIA: This is the reverse of your weapon. It can unflatten any foot. And we have just activated it.
DICTATOR: (confused) What? What are you talking about?
MARIA: Look at your feet.
The DICTATOR looks down and sees that his feet are no longer flat. They have arches. He gasps and screams.
