The following film is a harrowing tale of radical indoctrination, monopolization and technological dependence. The film starts with the protagonist fixing the springs on a broken sofa. In a moment of frustration, he carelessly remarks that he never wants to see another spring as long as he lives. He is overheard by a spring imp named Coily, who has the terrifying power to instantly remove all springs from everything everywhere! He does this, and our hero is soon faced with a grim dystopia in which nothing functions; not his sofa, not his watch, not his front door, not even his car. The wretched imp has revealed to him the awful truth of our world: that we are all slaves to the spring, unable to perform even basic functions without its ubiquitous presence.
Our hero soon finds himself in the grips of a powerful dilemma, torn between living in a world without springs, scraping out a meager existence as our springless caveman ancestors did, or giving in to the spring cartel and not only aiding in the proliferation of their monopoly but committing his life to the promotion of their coiled dogma. In a moment of weakness that nobody could slight him for, he chooses the latter.
Coily instantly returns the man to a seemingly joyful world that is simply loaded with springs, but our fallen hero is a changed man. We see him on a golf course with his friends. Instead of enjoying the peaceful simplicity of the game in the idyllic setting, he spends every moment of the outing logorrheically spouting the doctrine of the coil. His friends are at first simply bored by him and annoyed, but it is implied that they will ultimately abandon him, leaving him to a life of alienation and servitude. Now he belongs to the spring.
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