Silence of the Goats... (we don't have lambs here...)
The sky was bright... the clouds were high... the field was empty. The grass was green... the sky was gray... the clouds unaccounted. A few hundred metres away, a herd of H.U.M.A.N.S. (Hungry Unfocused Misunderstood Animals Manipulating Neural Synapses) were gathering near COlourBend Corporation, an evil and tormentous company aimed at slaughtering H.U.M.A.N.S. for financial gain.
As the herd grazed lazily in the surroundings, breathing in the carbon monoxide infested air as they crowded around and blocked traffic. Two minutes before the slaughtering was to commence,the herd, as if mind controlled by some higher entity, slowly edged towards the death-marker, (a machine which stamps a mark on the H.U.M.A.N.S. and labels them fit for the slaughter) all at once, again blocking traffic and causing even more congestion to the already congested slaughter house.
After the death-marker had done it's job, the H.U.M.A.N.S. moved to their respective holding pens and await the slaughtering. True to the second, the bell rang and the machines came to life. Forklifts, trucks, and many other contraptions for which their purposes are better left to the imagination.
Away in a small office in a small schecluded corner of the slaughterhouse, a group of H.U.M.A.N.S. in office-wear lingered aimlessly. With almost zombie-like grace, they switched on their zombie-chargers, machines made to increase zombieism and to transform potentially healthy (although there aren't any found to date) H.U.M.A.N.S. into lifeless Z.O.M.B.I.E.S. (Zoned Out Mammals Becoming Intellectually-devoid of Emotions and Senses)
The time is now 8.35 a.m... Let the Slaughter begin!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!!!!
The sky was bright... the clouds were high... the field was empty. The grass was green... the sky was gray... the clouds unaccounted. A few hundred metres away, a herd of H.U.M.A.N.S. (Hungry Unfocused Misunderstood Animals Manipulating Neural Synapses) were gathering near COlourBend Corporation, an evil and tormentous company aimed at slaughtering H.U.M.A.N.S. for financial gain.
As the herd grazed lazily in the surroundings, breathing in the carbon monoxide infested air as they crowded around and blocked traffic. Two minutes before the slaughtering was to commence,the herd, as if mind controlled by some higher entity, slowly edged towards the death-marker, (a machine which stamps a mark on the H.U.M.A.N.S. and labels them fit for the slaughter) all at once, again blocking traffic and causing even more congestion to the already congested slaughter house.
After the death-marker had done it's job, the H.U.M.A.N.S. moved to their respective holding pens and await the slaughtering. True to the second, the bell rang and the machines came to life. Forklifts, trucks, and many other contraptions for which their purposes are better left to the imagination.
Away in a small office in a small schecluded corner of the slaughterhouse, a group of H.U.M.A.N.S. in office-wear lingered aimlessly. With almost zombie-like grace, they switched on their zombie-chargers, machines made to increase zombieism and to transform potentially healthy (although there aren't any found to date) H.U.M.A.N.S. into lifeless Z.O.M.B.I.E.S. (Zoned Out Mammals Becoming Intellectually-devoid of Emotions and Senses)
The time is now 8.35 a.m... Let the Slaughter begin!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!!!!
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