traffick boss has a quill pen and is sitting in the break room > >>> he has disconnected the lights and instead an oil lamp is placed on >>> the table at which he is seated >> >> >> dictator of dictatortopia calls up on an emergency satellite phone >> >> a zombie government worker comes in, dressed in a long tailed jacket, >> with the phone on a platter >> >> intern comes in and makes photocopies of some tax forms >> >> zombie government worker: “boss, it’s dictator of dictatortopia” >> >> platter: “ring! ring! >> >> xerox machine: “whirr! cachunk!” >> > > traffick boss (on phone): “what? you say the british are coming, dictator > of dictatortopia?” > > intern: “can i turn the lights back on to check my copies came out right” > > traffick boss hands his oil lamp to intern > > traffick boss (to zombie government worker): “the british are coming!” >
a skinny robot comes in skinny robot: “everybody freeze” skinny robot (to intern): “why are you making copies? don’t you know it’s centuries ago? give the oil lamp back to traffick boss” >
