"Hahaha." laughed Slorbnx. "How in the Four

"Hahaha." laughed Slorbnx. "How in the Four Drinplngs is that supposed to work? A planet orbiting one sun with a dark period? Dream on Notwen!" Notwen's antennae retracted glumly.
Notwen retreated to his basket lab, contemplating the physics of dark periods. "I must have miscalculated Slorbnx's formula." Notwen felt ashamed that he'd disappointed his mento
commercial director. Notwen wanted to be in the Mentos Commercial so bad. He'd dressed in rainbow colored overalls and so
Looked like zombie #534.
Smelled like zombie #534. Eeked & screeched like zombie #534. We were having trouble deciding if this was zombie #534 because he was supposed to be in the Senate, not here in Ozona
Perfume Shoppe of Beverly Hills. I called the Senate office and asked if Senator Zombie #534 had showed up for work that day, and sure enough, he hadn't. (He never did, anyway.) So
I called Zombie #534's manager and told him to fire our little Zombie friend. He certainly doesn't deserve the job, and I, a much harder worker, am looking for one just like it.
Later on I got the news: Zombie #534 had indeed been fired! I rushed over to his former manager to thank him for the move. But when he took a bite out of my neck, I regretted havi
ng even thought about trying g to deal with the management. I returned to my corner, a little more than frustrated. What had ever possessed me to apply at an un dead office?! Well
if you can't beat them, join them. I took my gun out of my desk drawer and escaped into the disabled toilets. My hands shook as the cold metal nestled under my chin. BLAM!

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