Rule of The ZEEZs'

I ventured out the door suspiciously eying about in fear. The word was out. Danger lurked. One must exercise diligence whenever outside. The "ZEEZ" had descended and were imminently proceeding to control Earth and the powerless snippets called The Human Race.ZEEZ's to the left of me approached and before I was able to react they had me in their grip assuring me that I would be well cared for in what will be my next home, ZEEZLAND.

Their grip was vise like as I was dragged through the street unable to comprehend what was ensuing. Four ZEEZ's had hold of each limb and as they ran my clothing was somehow stripped off my body displaying my flabby gut and incontinent behavior. I was scarred s------s, but too petrified to utter a word. We were headed to ZEEZLAND I thought, wherever that may be. There I would be reconditioned to meet the requirements of our new overlords. If reconditioning failed to control my behavior according tho the ZEEZ's standards, I would be eradicated by means of terrestrial impounding where spent nuclear waste from a past era is buried. There my remains would forever remain "lit up" like and Olympian Torch glorifying my everlasting existence.

My mind was whirling with wild thoughts, and the ZEEZs' knew that I was helpless and totally under their domination as they zipped along singing "Teas for Two". One more step and I knew. Security and safety was assured. "The ZEEZ and their Teas would fulfill all our needs." We are so fortunate to be cared for by the ZEEZs.