vivisectee 22 and military zombie 8 are [wiring up some blockchain stuff to make billions of dollars and do other impossible things] military zombie 1 fires their curse bazooka [ -- a curse rocket grenade lands near the blockchain project and explodes into a mess of "fuck yous" and "i wish my mother had farted your brains out harder" and other horrible expressions] [vivisectees respond to the explosive curses with caring missives, but there is nobody to hear them. the shrapnel is loaded into a machine for analysis, and a simulation of the room is reconstructed from surveillance data. military zombie 1 is reidentified as the individual sending the curses.] [vivisectees take up the shrapnel and curses and caring responses travel [like a herd of animals happily jumping over a ditch to visit something wonderful] volley to visit military zombie 1 and cover them with praise