Location: highly secret.
The Grand Council of Big Oil have donned their monk robes and masks for the annual banquet of fresh currency and virgins blood.
Prime Councillor: And in further news, colleagues, we were fortunate enough to borrow an umbrella gun from the KGB. Last week our operative successfully planted a microchip in Rajenda Pachauri’s backside. (Snicker) It’s quite large, you know. Which probably explains why he didn’t feel anything… now: behold! I flick this switch and Pachauri is at my total command. I have only to type in an instruction.
What about – Start acting like a dirty old man?
Council members roar in bestial laughter.