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A wide three-quarter overhead shot looks down into a chaotic metallic laboratory where Goumang stands frozen mid-step with an expression of overwhelmed exasperation, completely swarmed by five Minions — the small yellow capsule creatures in blue denim overalls and silver goggles — as one rides triumphantly atop her golden hexagonal halo steering it like a chariot, two hug each of her silver prosthetic legs with bird-like claws while gnawing at the metal, one dangles from the red tassels of her ear ornament, and one clings to a feathered tip of her red wing-shaped arm. Goumang's long ears droop with the weight, large eyes with dark eyeliner and eyeshadow stare flatly at the camera, small black nose twitching, mouth a thin line of resignation, while her free wing-arm holds a bunch of bananas high above the chaos like a hostage negotiator. Her rose-colored dress with red waistband and chest ornament is slightly rumpled, sparks fly from a damaged machine, alarm lights flash red, and the clean cartoon rendering with bold colors amplifies the pure slapstick mayhem.