Morning Spam

[Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many]

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Boss was off murdering jokesters and rabble-rousers who rubbed him the
wrong way.

Entire media headquarters were getting flattened.

Suddenly, he stumbled and landed in a cold creek.

It was so cold and refreshing. Boss couldn't be angry any more.

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above drafted unknown date

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Boss is staring at Hodge-Podge of Organs.

Hodge-Podge of Organs is levitating a research robot that is actively
ripping a new kidnappee apart, and moving it around to press buttons to
open doors and free people, send video of the experiments off-site, etc.

Boss is confused, this being completely out of his reality. But he doesn't
usually see these robots up in the air, moving around.

Boss: "Now, has something changed over here?"

He puffs on his cigar, prepared to lay waste to the whole area if it so
much as peeps the wrong way.

The robot turns so two video cameras are aimed straight at Boss.

Boss: "Oh, I'm on air! Yes, these business operations are the best in the
field ..."
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