GEORGE 8: Sheep go to Heaven, Cyborgs go to Hell

The heifer chewed her cud. It was thicker than yesterday’s. Oh, what was that? There was something crunchy in her mouth. Cud wasn’t supposed to crunch. Had she eaten something unusual? The heifer couldn’t remember.

In the burning depths of Hades, Cyborg George massaged his seething soul, already plotting revenge.


(Or is it?)

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