Morning Spam

[Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many]

A Confusion Carol

It's snowing. A levitating experimentee approaches Boss, smoking a
cigar at an outdoor desk in the cordoned off region of streets.

Experimentee: "Mind Control Boss, I am the Ghost Of Confusion Past."

Boss [rustling snow-covered papers]: "Be confused. Be very confused. I
have important murders to deny. You have business elsewhere you must
attend to."

Experimentee: "Come with me. There are things you must see."