> once upon a day, traffick boss was heading to a mailbox at the end of > a driveway, leaving via the front door, > but he felt ill. something was wrong for mr traffick boss. > > he reached the mailbox and he was nauseated. he opened the door and > felt all woozy; it didn't seem right to bend down and look inside. > > he just wanted to take a nap ! and he wasn't even sure if that would > make him feel better. > > then he looked at the mail. > > _oh no_ it was a letter from the rebel experimentees, about how the > sky was going to fall on his head if he had a new victim interviewed > by a torturer. > > he closed the mailbox door. he felt even more sick. > > he thought he might black out
traffick boss goes to work as he approaches his secret headquarters, there is a strange new nuclear power plant on wheels with a bunch of mysterious giant waveguides aimed at the sky near it traffick boss prepares to order the next victim tortured
