“No, no, we've been getting way off
track. We can't continue like this. Have we forgotten our mission?
What has always been our main goal? Anybody?”
“Serving our stockholders?”
“Maximizing profit?”
“Sir...”
“Our goal is to fly! No, not fly. Our
goal is to destroy global society! Remember? Remember the oaths you
all took? Remember the agendas, the phases, all the careful planning?
How did we lose our way?”
“Sir...”
“We can't just keep spouting
anti-capitalist nonsense and hope the seeds of discord will
disseminate. We need to take a more active role. We need to
undermine, we need to obfuscate, we need to misdirect, but most of
all, we need a plan! We need to find our way back to the grand
conspiracy of our elders!”
“Sir...”
“Yes, Henderson, what!?”
“Are we parrots?”
“Are we... yes, Henderson, we are
parrots. Why?”
“I don't know, I thought I might be a
cockatoo. I don't know why, it's just a thing I've been thinking
about lately. Never mind, this isn't the right time, sorry. False
flags! Secret societies! What were we talking about?”
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