B a r b i t u a t e

In a parallel universe I told Zod “NO” and now I am enjoying the privileges of being an in-demand freelance editor.

Zod sits in the editing suite and tells me He Is Dialing Back On His Freelancers. He will frogmarch me out of the room to Human Resources where I will turn in my key fob and have my work email account deactivated. Zod walks me to the elevators where I am now forbidden to enter.

We hug and part ways. Cock star Games is behind me.

R e d d i t . . .