Kurt grips his Paci-Fire© .05 mm needler pistol with white-knuckled fury and laser precision. The office workers fall down docile as the flaming darts pierce their skin and overload their nervous systems; they'll awaken in a few hours with nothing more than the saccharine lyrics of the newest JPop hit spinning through their heads. Kurt has sworn never to kill the 3 dimensional shadows of the 4 dimensional creatures that hold sway over this physical universe. Kurt, big as a house but invisible as a breeze. By the time you see him it will be too late, and know, of course, that he let himself be seen.
His laptop plugged into the cortexes of the norms he encodes change through words, this Semiotic Surgery is designed to drive out the spirits of the Rex Mundi, the Kings of The World.

As they awaken, he mutters but one word, "Think."

And disappears.