Rain Fell In the Shopping Mall!

Rain Fell In The Shopping Mall!;
"code red, code red,"
the robots screeching wail.
On the Meta-phone,
the bi-monicled Vivivication DemonictoR
hissed snakishly:
"It's diseased, de-generate,
unprecedented, unnatural, and maniacal:
dispense the 'naturalification'
cloud air-weapons immediately,"
before smiling for an insincere bashful second
with spookily sharp, Splenda-whitened teeth.
After various Office of Dead-Letters agents
injected and inter-mingled,
Blue blood froze:
drugs failed,
fire caught
and after negotiations
(which were said to be icy, racy
and even personal,)
air-cloud-ships
mistakenly
dropped napalm on the place,
which rocketed the karma-fields considerably
and effected all major indices chillily