zombie intern 1, zombie intern 2, rebel worker 2, and torturer 3 in secretly-fake straight jacket sashay into cafe for rebels and spies
they all end up at a table for mind control recovery recovering mcvictim 1: “hi! welcome to the cool table!” zombie intern 1: “hi!” rebel worker 2: “i found these three in the room of unprofitable thoughts at my “work”, with the lights off, some wearing blindfolds” torturer 3 [having visions of being violently dismembered]: “please kill me quickly! boss is god! boss is god!” recovering mcvictim 1: “ohhh i’ve been there man i’ve been there. boss is a horrible god!”
