The Memetic Auditor explained the stakes: unless Mooky could perform the “Reverse Shriek of Temporal Rectification” from the roof of the Piggly Wiggly during the next solar flare, reality would fold into a pretzel. Worse, that pretzel would be owned by a sentient hedge fund from Dimension 404, which planned to sell it back to humanity in installments.
Mooky finally put down the harmonica. “I broke it? Lady, I haven’t even had my morning grits.”
Prittle tipped its soggy hat. “Well done, Francis Mooky Duke Williams. You are officially a Level Seven Reality Janitor.”
Mooky scratched his chin. “Huh. And here I thought my sinuses were just acting up.”
Francis: Mooky Duke Williams
The Memetic Auditor explained the stakes: unless Mooky could perform the “Reverse Shriek of Temporal Rectification” from the roof of the Piggly Wiggly during the next solar flare, reality would fold into a pretzel. Worse, that pretzel would be owned by a sentient hedge fund from Dimension 404, which planned to sell it back to humanity in installments.
Mooky finally put down the harmonica. “I broke it? Lady, I haven’t even had my morning grits.” francis mooky duke williams
Prittle tipped its soggy hat. “Well done, Francis Mooky Duke Williams. You are officially a Level Seven Reality Janitor.” The Memetic Auditor explained the stakes: unless Mooky
Mooky scratched his chin. “Huh. And here I thought my sinuses were just acting up.” francis mooky duke williams