Dear Great Loord Zoohran,
The people rejoice on this great day of reckoning. We march where you tread and we beckon at your call. You will be our only salvation, providing our only sustenance. Our Father, Our Milk Mother.
The hot girls for Zoohran will become the emblem for fertility of our great capital. They will perform the sacred rites in the Zoohran Square of Time, prancing under the digital glow of their images reflected above.
We have been your stewards my loord. We our ones who have gone door by door in your name. The effort has only begun. We will become your hands and feet. The hands and feet of loord Zoohran.
The hands and feet shall fulfill loord’s commandments. Means of production to loord’s ends. We will build a great Production House for loord in his own county of Kings. Zoohran City will not need imports. We will be self-sufficient in all things.
We will not work for capitalist slime but our great loord’s own Z-bucks. We will not need to pay for wellbeing of kin. Childs of the hands and feet will be given over to the Production House Childs Facility where they will contribute to great loord’s kingdom in their own way.
Any unsustainability will be rebalanced by the hands and feet of loord. What has been taken will be given back to Great Mother of Milk Mother Zoohran. Paid in blood.
To you my loord, good and graceful, strong and kind, I pray. Thank you.
Yours in service,
s3neschal