small insects, escaped farm animals, and robots made of rocks and burnt
sticks were clambering to put harm boss’s body together as he trudged over a field
“squersh!”
harm boss landed a half-burning-ash, half-bare-flesh, all-criminal-businessman foot square into a giant cow pie (turd).
he stands irritated, trying to shake his burnt up flesh out of the big glob of manure stuck to it
a cow stands close by and stares
in all the shaking, harm horrible boss shakes his torso away by accident. his rebuilding body float away on the wind. the leg has trouble shaking without the body to balance it, and starts more turning left and right a little loss.
cow [to burning leg]: “boss, can I work for you. I want to go to outer space too.”
harm boss’s leg smells the potential and mounts the cow
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business office complex
a cow is slowly making its way in
zombie government worker: “boss?”
cow: “MOOO”
zombie government worker look past the c—[ow pushing by them toward traffick boss’s office, to see a number of cows, some dressed in suits, all clamoring to follow
boss’s office. zombie government worker and machine learning marketer are outside, ringing their hands cows fill the office. hairdresser [to cows]: “well hi guys! how are you all doing? how is the hay out there? chewing some good cud?” cow [to hairdresser]: [large brown-eyed gaze while chewing paper pulp from office shelves] hairdresser [to cows]: “you guys need to get up to speed on the business practices and strategies, don’t you all!”