> 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 — business office complex a cow is slowly making its way in zombie government worker: “boss?” cow: “MOOO”
