From the left side of the mouth

The Dreadful Obazy sits in his warm office, thumbing through the daily reports, notes for speeches, and the never ending reports from his minions. Zombies from all around the world look to his as being the messiah, the savior, the one who will destroy inequality and save the Earth. His faithful zombies, blind in their obedience, relentless in their vomiting recitation of rhetoric and stalwart defenders of everything Obazy says or does.

A crooked smile creases his mouth. The makeup lady has no shown up this morning, and his zombie blood leaks out of the rotten corner of his mouth. As a drop of bloody ooze drips onto the page he is reading, he laughs. It is the side that is the easiest to speak from the side that never gives him problems, other than it is rotting away from the zombie disease.

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