Febuary 2009 - The 35th Meeting of The Zombie President's
"Good Goddamn! Get your crowbar and get in there and Get Linclon off of Nixon again! He's trying to chew his face off for God Sakes!!!"
....And so went the 35th Meeting of the Zombie Presidents. Why on Earth they insisted on having this Affair was beyond him. It ALWAYS led to no good. You'd think someone would eventually step up and say "You know, I dont think its such a good idea that we let them all out of thier cages this year and let them mingle with each other like we did last year because...." And just add any number of previous horrors here.
You Would Think. It wasnt his concern why this was allowed to continue. However, maintaining some sort of order was and now he'd ordered one of his men into the pit to break up an attack. In this case Abe Linclon trying to eat Richard Nixons face. You'd think that the 3 cattle carcass's that were laid in a bloody heap in the middle of the large darkened hall would be enough to satisfy them. I mean #17 had been content and occupied enough to chew his way through one of the cows rectums and disappear into it.
He looked at his list to see who #17 was, most of them, including himself, couldn't identify one Zombie President from the pictures when they were alive much less now dead for several years. I mean for a Million Dollars, could you pick out Millard Fillmore from a group of 50 black and white photos? Most of you would say "Who the Hell is Millard Fillmore?" much less be able to identify him from a picture when he was alive. And so The numbers. He found #17 on the list: Andrew Johnson, and thought to himself he must have been a real "go getter" in his time or just really hungry for fresh blood and meat in this time.
He looked at his list again assigning a name to a number he was watching as it appeared to be trying to give a speach at the podium. Dwight Eisenhower. He opened his mouth and appeared to try to speak as his lower jaw fell off. They would have to retreive that and eventually put it back on. He made a note on the list beside Eisenhower's name: "Jawbone, podium area", he scratched.
And so it went as he watched the scene before him - The 35th Meeting of the Zombie Presidents, specifically focusing on his own man , highly protected of course, fending off several attacks as he attempted to break up Linclons unprovoked attack on Richard Nixon's face.
On the speakers in the backround "Hail to the Chief" played on a continuous loop. Maybe next year, he silently wondered, someone would step up and put an end to this madness all in the name of Honor and Tradition........On the other hand, he - Area 51 employee #666 - thought it was his job and it paid well. Very well. And its never good to "rock the boat".
....And so went the 35th Meeting of the Zombie Presidents. Why on Earth they insisted on having this Affair was beyond him. It ALWAYS led to no good. You'd think someone would eventually step up and say "You know, I dont think its such a good idea that we let them all out of thier cages this year and let them mingle with each other like we did last year because...." And just add any number of previous horrors here.
You Would Think. It wasnt his concern why this was allowed to continue. However, maintaining some sort of order was and now he'd ordered one of his men into the pit to break up an attack. In this case Abe Linclon trying to eat Richard Nixons face. You'd think that the 3 cattle carcass's that were laid in a bloody heap in the middle of the large darkened hall would be enough to satisfy them. I mean #17 had been content and occupied enough to chew his way through one of the cows rectums and disappear into it.
He looked at his list to see who #17 was, most of them, including himself, couldn't identify one Zombie President from the pictures when they were alive much less now dead for several years. I mean for a Million Dollars, could you pick out Millard Fillmore from a group of 50 black and white photos? Most of you would say "Who the Hell is Millard Fillmore?" much less be able to identify him from a picture when he was alive. And so The numbers. He found #17 on the list: Andrew Johnson, and thought to himself he must have been a real "go getter" in his time or just really hungry for fresh blood and meat in this time.
He looked at his list again assigning a name to a number he was watching as it appeared to be trying to give a speach at the podium. Dwight Eisenhower. He opened his mouth and appeared to try to speak as his lower jaw fell off. They would have to retreive that and eventually put it back on. He made a note on the list beside Eisenhower's name: "Jawbone, podium area", he scratched.
And so it went as he watched the scene before him - The 35th Meeting of the Zombie Presidents, specifically focusing on his own man , highly protected of course, fending off several attacks as he attempted to break up Linclons unprovoked attack on Richard Nixon's face.
On the speakers in the backround "Hail to the Chief" played on a continuous loop. Maybe next year, he silently wondered, someone would step up and put an end to this madness all in the name of Honor and Tradition........On the other hand, he - Area 51 employee #666 - thought it was his job and it paid well. Very well. And its never good to "rock the boat".
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