Dronehmer tries Fugu Sashimi and ends up zombified

 

There once was a predator drone, military style, 

With a pilot Jefferehy Dronhemer so evil, his grin could beguile. 

Pointy-Face they called him, with a chin sharp as knives, 

Tasked to harass free thinkers and ruin their lives. 

 

His mentor, a mogul, named Rubber Murky-Dock, 

Who rubbed out his foes with a scathing news block. 

"Be patient," said Rubber, "don’t rush your attack, 

Learn from the Fugu chef—slowly, hold back!" 

 

"Prepare it with care, slice it just right, 

One slip of the knife, and it’s eternal night. 

The poison within is a delicate art, 

So take your time, or you’ll tear lives apart." 

 

Pointy-Face nodded, then flew to the place, 

A Fugu restaurant, with his drone in chase. 

But waiting for Fugu, they grew quite irate, 

"Too slow!" they yelled, and sealed the chef’s fate. 

 

 

They kicked and they screamed, till the chef, in a rush, 

Threw the Fugu on plates, hoping they’d hush. 

But one bite was all it took for the pair, 

To keel over dead—justice served rare. 

               

Murky-Dock fumed, "This cannot be the end!" 

He summoned a witch doctor, his last loyal friend. 

With chants and dark magic, he brought them back, 

As zombies, more evil, and ready to attack. 

 


Now Pointy-Face Dronehmer roams, with his drone in the sky, 

Undead and unhinged, with a zombified eye. 

Rubber just smirks, "They’re better this way, 

More ruthless, more cruel—now go make them pay!" 

 

So beware, free thinkers, of the undead drone crew, 

And the mogul who pulls all the strings in the blue. 

For in this dark tale, there’s a lesson to keep: 

Don’t mess with Fugu or be arrogant—or you’ll end up zombuca junk-heap. 


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