Suddenly the bandmembers of Mannheim Steamroller stepped from the shadows. Slowly they each raised Q-36 Space Modulators and aimed them at Frank and Kathy. With one voice, as white-hot death bore down on the hapless garbageman and coffeeslinger from a handful of large-bore cannon, the musicians cried:
"It's MANNHEIM, not Manhime, you naughty persons!"
In a tremendous flash, both the garbage mech and Starbucks were vaporized... reduced to cinder... leaving Frank and Kathy standing there surprised, blackened from head to toe, and utterly unharmed. Harrison of Animal Control, still lurking nearby, sighed deeply. No double mochaccino with the boys at Starbucks after shift's end tonight.
Damn you, Mannheim Steamroller, she thought. Damn you to hell!
“In our every deliberation, we must consider the impact of our decisions on the next seven generations.”
-- Great Law of the Iroquois Confederacy