Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many
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Fri Sep 16 10:57:49 PDT 2022
Ode To Being Confused
Scene: City streets outside central offices of Well-Respected Psionic
Weaponry Corp. Many cars and onlookers, but this stretch has been
cordoned off to honor a permit for a parade.
The tune starts off similar to When The Saints Go Marching.
Crowd of Zombies [all together, exuberantly, groaning]: "Oh, when
Crowd of Cyborgs [all together, exuberatly, synthetic]: "When we're confused!"
A crowd of mutilated experimentees, many children, join in.
All Three Groups: "When we're confused we don't hurt Boss ..." [gets
breathy, as if whispering, but still loud] "(or at least his profit)"
Crowd of Zombies and Crowd of Cyborgs [well-rehearsed]: "When we're
confused we don't hurt Boss's profit!"
Lone Zombie: "Or so he thinks!"
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