Our mathematicians estimate that two-thirds of you have spontaneously started crying.
There are a lot of frightening implications of humans and cartoons living side by side, but chief among them is the fact that the functionally immortal and indestructible toons are essentially gods. They don't age, they don't get hurt, and they have no reason to fear humanity -- especially after Doom, the only guy who knows how to make the chemical that kills toons, is destroyed by his own creation.
Our mathematicians estimate that every single one of you is now hooting and applauding wildly.
Now sure, the toons seem harmless and fun. But how long will it be until they realize that they don't need humans around anymore? We don't care how tough you are -- years of being made the butt of jokes, dropped anvils, and misfiring Acme weapons would wear on you. Who Framed Roger Rabbit? is like a dark science fiction story that tries to warn humanity of its own follies, but with a cartoon character that every young boy from the era secretly jerked off to.