Re: Morning Spam

Boss was dead again. His corpse stands at the head of a powerful zombie army, his hand raised in command. A forgotten cigar lays on the floor. His eyes are Xs. His tongue hangs out. Reanimated State Worker: "Boss, what do we do next?" Hiding Worker, Behind Boss Corpse: "I am dead, you fool! It is time to stop obeying me!" Reanimated State Worker: "I'm jealous." Reanimated State Worker heads to their office to play dead too.