So we're picturing this isolated one-dog town in Tasmania, where some guy has soldered together a futzy UHF transmitter out of gear salvaged from wrecked Japanese freighters and calls it a "TV Station." And the only other business in town, a wretched dirt lot covered with expired Holdens and some Nissans dredged out of the wreckage of the same freighter that provided the TV station's "control room," gets a low-end video camera and makes a completely incomprehensible advertisement. Yes, that's it. And you thought you'd never hear a Mexican-Tasmanian accent!

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