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Help! It’s just like Night of the Living Dead here. But in the day. And in a real estate listing. And with the part of Zombie Mob being played by Chairs.

But other than that, they’re indistinguishable.

Oh, how sad. I’ve been neglecting poor Chair, and now Chair has to try to sneak into photos that are weird all on their own — like this one Mandy found. Sorry, Chair!

The morning amphetamines haven’t kicked in yet, and I’m having a tough time figuring out what I’m looking at. Is it one of those buildings where firefighters practice with their hoses and ladders?

Even the Chairs are cowering in the corner, uncertain what they’re supposed to be doing about the giant manta ray that swooped down into the missile silo.

And in this room, we have a giant hatbox. Or possibly a six-foot-across wedding cake. Why? What’s going to leap out of it? Will it hurt me?

Wandering over here, we seem to be in a lawyer’s waiting room.

Or maybe not. I’m not saying this is a bordello. I’m just saying… never mind. On advice of the legal counsel I waited for above, I’m not saying anything.

Now we seem to be in an office. Or a movie set. Possibly a furniture showroom.

Noooo… we’re in an airport? In Dubai? In 1978?

Ah hah! It’s a fire station! All is clear.

(Found by Beth, who says that it isn’t even in a residential area but instead is on a service road. That doesn’t really help with the confusion, does it?)

Oh, hi, Chairs. Ruth told me she’d seen you guys waiting here. Yeah, I’ve been mentioning you a few times in my blog lately… we’re cool, though, right? You know it’s out of affection, right? This is a welcoming party, not a threatening gang, right? Because you’re looking a little thuggish standing there all together…

please don’t hurt me

Chair, do you mind? A little privacy, please! Nobody likes a peeping Tom.

A few people have asked lately where Chair is. Don’t worry. Gingerbeer found Chair taking a little break, relaxing with a good friend. After all the hard work of getting to be #2 in the world domination list, it’s time to kick back and… uh… ignore the nice view.