the research project sticking out of him shakes and squirms and quivers and suddenly eats all of his body, like pacman, turning inside out
inside out, boss can be seen as a bumch of mutually-coopted horrific experiments, random workers, children, rebels, activists, political figures, frankensteined with computers and each other, different parts poking every which way, an eyeball here, some hair there, a military droid that say, a crutch this way. boss’s head clenching onto a cigar is squished tiny and squeezed out of a corner, barely moving but its eyes
