The IRS threaten to shut down the World o' Stuff, and in desperation Radford signs a contract with a new partner who calls himself The Donald. As the new marketing campaign takes subliminal advertising to a new level, sleepwalking customers start buying everything in sight on credit and even Marshall and Simon can't resist signing on the dotted line. But they should have read the small print...
Did You Know?
I forgot to pay my income tax. For twelve years. Mea culpa, already! It slipped my mind.
It's an honest mistake. I'm sure they'd understand.
Understand? The IRS? They are ruthless, heartless bureaucrats with one goal in life: making me pay. Why, the average IRS agent would make the Devil Himself seem like Mr Rogers.
References Dawn of the Dead