They need cameras everywhere. One on the grassy knoll. One in the book depository. One in every pot, and two in every garage.
You, me and they holding multiple cameras between our fingers and toes.
Pen cameras, pin cameras, in cameras.
If those articles go to Indo China, I want a camera hidin’ in a bowl of rice, ready to snap a picture of them.
There should be drones swooping in from every direction for aerial shots.
And don’t forget the old timey cameras with a powder keg on top.
Shoe cameras, lapel cameras, bow tie cameras.
It will be camera-derie like you’ve never seen before.