I once left a copy of the Onion on the table in the company dining area. I learned later that reading it greatly alarmed an admin assistant in a different department. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to tell her mother that the Pope’s staff had accidentally washed the Shroud of Turin with some red towels and turned it pink.

I am serious here. She really was alarmed, and her coworkers had a very hard time explaining the concept of satire to her.

Receiving station:

Hello. This is Mahaelle. I don’t like this place your dropped me into. I was never proud to be in this thing they call Country, until you zapped the people here to give my pet slave a job in the city that just got covered with some cold white stuff. They are starting to throw 80 day old unborn chickens at us when we go out to ask them to bow. They are not something I really want to cook and eat. You were wrong, thefore I hereby request a return shuttle ASAP.

Great image illustrating our public servants collective attitude.