Corporate Man is called in to investigate reports of vile, unethical business practices at Great American Business Company. What he finds there just might destroy him (except we all know the ending to The Tragic Death of Corporate Man so it should be fairly obvious that it can't really destroy him, though it can come close).
Enslaved by the Bonus Whores is an all new Corporate Man Adventure Serial. Chapters will post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Friday, May 4, 2012
The orange Halloween haze and black-lit colors faded from Mr. Jones’s sight leaving him in the fluorescent ache of the Price Killers Wholesale Superstore. The Greed-boy leaned against a store display, tapping his foot and rocking in an agitated manner.
“Finally,” said The Greed-boy. “You know, you should get yourself checked. Zoning out like that in the middle of a fight. Gonna get you killed some day.”
Mr. Jones glanced around. His eyes were confused and lost until he spotted Tanya and her box of freezer bags. Then the clarity returned.
“Leave that boy alone, Greed,” Mr. Jones said.
“Ah yes. That’s it,” said The Greed-boy, the deep gurgle returning to his voice. He sauntered forward a couple of steps. “The boy is mine and will be for his entire life.”
“Fight him boy. Cast him out!”
“Arrghh! No!” yelled The Greed-boy.
“Be like… Dick Danger,” Mr. Jones said spotting the rocket man image on the boy’s shirt. “Be a hero. Be upstanding and honest.”
“Arrh. Oh no. What’s happening to me?” The Greed-boy screamed, clutching at his lower abdomen. “I can’t stand it. It’s… It’s… not working this time.”
The Greed-boy stood upright and smirked with the boy’s mouth.
“Fight him boy. Fight,” Mr. Jones tried again.
“Do you even know what kind of space ranger Dick Danger is?” asked The Greed-boy, the gurgle in his voice slightly diminished. “He wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of any situation in order to get what he wanted. He’s not like the upstanding, noble heroes you used to get. After all these years, the heroes these kids look up to are more like me than they are like you.”
“I… I…” Mr. Jones stammered.
“Wait, wait, wait,” said Tanya. “This? This is that big moment your were blathering on about while Jonesy was in his trance?”
The Greed-boy smiled, and with a low, gurgle-choked voice he said, “Not exactly. It went a little more like this.”
The possessed boy raised his arms and a dozen nearby Price Killers Wholesale Superstore customers lifted off the ground, a dirty, translucent, slimy tentacle jammed up their backsides. They swayed back and forth, held aloft like filthy puppets.
“I’m deep into most of
these days,” The Greed-boy shouted over the rising screams of the un-puppetted
shoppers. “Look around your Corporate Man. It’s my kind of world and you’re just an
insignificant clean spot waiting to be stained.”
More customers throughout the superstores rose up from the ground. Cracks fissured through the concrete floor and beastly greed-tentacles erupted all around. The Greed-boy waited just a moment longer, for effect, and then he started swinging Price Killers Wholesale Superstore patrons at Tanya and Mr. Jones; like a sludgy octopus deftly wielding people-mallets.