> > > > > > slave boss is regrowing in a swamp > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss: "if i am to be the next slave boss, and don't want to be > > > > > > horrifically tortured by his hierarchy of torturers that express his > > > > > > only known mode of influence to make me be who he said he was, then > > > > > > i > > > > > > will need to slave people i suppose." > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss looks at a small stone. > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss: "maybe i can practice on this stone." > > > > > > > > > > slave boss: "stone, you are my slave now" > > > > > > > > > > stone turns to slave boss aghast > > > > > > > > > > small stone: "omigod i cannot believe you just said this to me. do you > > > > > know what millenium this is? oh my god." > > > > > > > > slave boss is hiding from a small stone in a woods that is saying > > > > things to him > > > > > > > > small stone: "are you for serious? you sounded so serious. i am > > > > calling 911 right now! i'm going to pepper spray you for good > > > > measure." > > > > > > > > a skunk comes up a sprays slave boss repeatedly. he starts choking and > > > > covers his face > > > > > > the skunk is still spraying slave boss repeatedly. a siren can be heard. > > > > > > slave boss: "skunk, i was just quartered by nations of armies led by > > > joan of arc, and my AI had to -- > > > > stone: "be quiet!!!! stop talking. you could be slaving me." > > > > another skunk comes up to help spray slave boss. the siren wail > > increases in pitch as it approaches > > [other branch: an education program is established to teach potential > incarnations of slave boss how horrible it is to slave people
slave boss [to paramedics and police getting out of emergency vehicles]: "i am guilty of trafficking millions and millions of people for hundreds and hundreds of years. these skunks are my pets and only friends. i need to be imprisoned." paramedics look inquisitively at slave boss, ready to do what is needed small stone folds arms smugly
