Later on, several Bombers were employed at the built-in school complex. These bombers included White Bomber and Purple Bomber. They attended a bizarre Teacher's Workshop. What did they 'learn'?

"You see our mystery man right here?" A chubby, New York-accent, bald-headed human guy asked, in a white lab coat. He used his pointing stick, tapping on a strange picture. "He is Yezo. When we raise enough funds to build Yezo's Temple, Yezo shall return, riding a beautiful White Louie with a pearl necklace."

This is strange, White Bomber and Purple Bomber both thought. They couldn't question anything, or they'd get fired.

"We sing songs of praise to his messenger, Pat Pierro, as he became our temple's mascot," the man said.

Why do I see a flaming wooden cross, White Bomber thought. He was scratching his head, suspicious.

"Pay attention, you parasitic worms!" the guy yelled, tapping his pointer onto the picture again. "Once you devote your life, body, and soul to Yezo, there's no turning back. You must obey his spirits as he is The Light, and he'll give you everything you want if you obey his voices and minions."

I have big questions about Yezo, Purple Bomber thought. No one could risk questioning Yezo, as the guy (with the pointer in his hand) was armed with a taser gun. Nobody this time got tased, but there was always the risk.

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In a secret dark room, illuminated only by a few candles on a red pentagram, a few unknown employees spoke to their dark messiah.

"Thanks to your work, Master, we'll chip our customers in no time," a man said. "We'll tell them if they don't take this chip, they can't exit our building or buy certain prizes. And they'll catch the terrible Pommy Flu."

"Yes, sir," their 'mystery man' nodded and bowed in respect. "We will use these Luciferase velcro chips to register our customers into Hell when they die. Before they die, they'll all be enslaved for many years, as our customers, and these chips will slowly reconfigure their DNA to cause any kind of genetic disorder we want. We can, first of all, replace their God genes with the code 'Lucifer'".

"Especially on disobedient customers," another unknown man replied. "This technology has the potential to churn out plenty of obedient cyborg slaves. We'll only chip our disobedient slaves and runaway slaves. The obedient, content, carefree slaves can remain unmarked."

"Don't forget the fun and parties," an unknown woman replied, as she pulled out a leftover card set from her pocketbook. "We can host lots of death metal and dubstep bands, all about Pat Pierro's. Don't forget the pentagrams and subliminal programming, or our black magic won't work."

"If our slaves breed, we'll reconfigure their offspring in the womb, as early as conception," the Dark Messiah replied. "Think about it… reptilian monster hybrid babies, seizure disorders, babies with multiple limbs, tails, Grey Alien hybrids…"

"And we'll somehow get away with it all," an unknown man replied, snickering in mischief. "We'll automatically slam all outsiders as conspiracy theorists without repercussions. We'll tell them it's all CGI effects and movie scenes."

"We'll need extra assistance, our Master," same unknown woman replied. "Master, can you summon a special demon beast from hell for us? He or she might give us advice. We also need assistance on creating reptilian super-soldiers to kill all Pat Pierro's dissidents on Planet Bomber."

TBC