First Day at the Office for the Dreadful Obazy

A properly dressed Obazy stands a safe distance away from the window, jacket off cuffs unbuttoned, tie loose and off kilter. A smile crooks the sides of Obazy as he watches the shadows get longer. Soon his zombie minions will converge and begin there monotone chanting and slavering worship.

Obazy takes a deep breath and looks up to see a bright moon. A sneer crosses his face as he looks at the bright heavenly object.

"Why America ever sent people there I will never know."

The sound of a sliding door, take Obazies attention away from the window, and to the zombie faithful that lumber across the floor to dutifully stand beside him.

The zombie looks up at the darkening sky and the brilliant moon, with a face of pure adoration.

"I like moon. I like rockets. NASA takes us to stars. I like NASA."

Obazy slams his fist on the table beside him.

"I hate the moon, the stars, and anything to do with it. I spit on NASA."

The dutiful zombie looks up at the moon with sad eyes on his haggard flesh peeling face. He looks to his master and back to the moon, suddenly his face is filled with the same pure adoration it once had, as he looks upon the dreadful Obazy.

"Spit on NASA. Spit on NASA."

...and so goes the chanting, the chanting the chanting...