Suddenly a stream of unimaginably grotesque fluid squirts past the AK47 toting induhvidual, and carries the unwanted refuse out to sea.
The surrounding marine fauna look a bit confused (although, TBH, they always kinda look that way).
One prominent individual decides to re-hang a sign with an indecipherable squiggly piccy on it.
The long and the short of it ... it's once again MY Village