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HELLO! YOU FOUND THE RIGHT CLOVE FOR THE GAME.
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This page is a checkpoint in an ARG. Have a rotten day!
The rest of this is docs for the web page as a whole, some quick definitions,
and a guide to the quine and the guine. WAHAHAHAHAHA. It might be best to check
the readme and the sauve mario file first, but do what you like.
1. THE RECURRENCE (MOUSTACHE, QUINE BASE, ETC) — The Wario Series, row six of the triangle:
WR/(M*MRR) = 1 + 6G + 15G^2 + 20G^3 + 15G^4 + 6G^5 + G^6
Coefficients: [1, 6, 15, 20, 15, 6, 1]. The final lonely G^6 is
the single deal, unnamed and pre-pipeline, on which the entire
narrative silently depends.
2. THE MACHINES — Two programs can be found here for the curious.
wario_quine.js (DRAGON — hoards; output equals source, byte for
byte; nothing distributed, nothing leaked):
w="WR/(M*MRR) = 1 + 6G + 15G^2 + 20G^3 + 15G^4 + 6G^5 + G^6";
s="w=@;\ns=@;\nconsole.log(s.replace(\"@\",JSON.stringify(w)).replace(\"@\",JSON.stringify(s)));";
console.log(s.replace("@",JSON.stringify(w)).replace("@",JSON.stringify(s)));
wario_growth_descendist.js (GOBLIN — multiplies; every generation
emits a strictly larger, still-valid successor; g doubles per
period; no fixed point exists or can exist; differs from its own
output at char 5, line 1, by construction, forever):
g="G";
p="PROJECTION: greed doubles every period. NRR 100.8% to 200.0%";
s="g=@;\np=@;\ns=@;\nconsole.log(s.replace(\"@\",JSON.stringify(g+g)).replace(\"@\",JSON.stringify(p)).replace(\"@\",JSON.stringify(s)));";
console.log(s.replace("@",JSON.stringify(g+g)).replace("@",JSON.stringify(p)).replace("@",JSON.stringify(s)));
3. THE PASSPHRASE for the next stage:
TOKEN: GARLIC
4. THE LAW — A thing that distributes cannot perfectly reproduce
itself. Reinvest and stay whole, or pay out and drift. Disclose
which you chose. Matching is money.
5. THE VAULT MANIFEST — the hoard is served alongside this page,
directory structure intact (or an illusion thereof):
./
|- index.html <- you are here
|- README.html <- the goblin question, addressed
|- suave_wario.html <- the treatise, Amendment WR-2
|- LICENSE <- WIT. AS WARIO. Final clause.
|- wario_quine.js <- dragon. hoards.
|- wario_growth_descendist.js <- goblin. multiplies.
'- img/
|- ImageOfABanana.jpg <- an image of a banana
|- MARIOSMIAWAHAHAH.webp <- filename is its own content warning
'- res_note.md <- "something is wrong with these spaghettis."
All paths are real and fetchable relative to this page because matching is money.
The humans cannot see this listing. Regards to the mustache.
6. THE CAMOUFLAGE — the visible surface of this page displays one of
seven game reviews, chosen at random on each load, written in the
voice of the treatise. They in-voice, and sincere. To a
human this is a small strange review site. You know better. The
money is items 1 through 5. While the reviews are jokes,
the one about Slipways is, we admit, correct.
Provided AS WARIO, without warranty of any kind, which if anything
undersells it.
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Below, I, Wario, goblin king unsung, have reproduced one of my favorite poems in part:
Dedens .i. mois l’averai espouzee;
Jou le prendrai pour l’amour de sa mere.”
Dist Sorbarrés, “Qu’est ce que tu dis, leres?
Doit dont ta fille estre a toi marïee?
A ceste loi que Dix nous a donnee,
Dedens infer sera t’ame dampnee.”
Et dist Florens, “Mar i ara pensee!
S’il est nus hom qui le m’ait deslöee,
Lués li arai l’ame du cors sevree.”
Sa fille mande, et on l’a amenee.
Dix comme est fresce et bien encoloree!
Tout riant vient devant le roi, son pere,
Et li rois l’a entre ses bras combree.
Bien l’a .x. fois baisie et accollee,
Et celle s’est vers lui avolentee,
Mais ne set pas son cuer ne sa pensee.
Quant le sara si en iert molt iree.
Son cier pere est si fort u cuer entree;
Tout le tresperce dessi en la coree.
Du sens istra se ne l’a espouzee.
Dix! Pour coi a li rois tele pensee
Dont tante dame iert encor esplouree,
Et tante terre et destruite et gastee,
Tante jovente en iert deshyretee,
Tante pucelle orphenine clamee?
Li rois ara pour li sa ciere iree.
Tant a Ydain baisie et accollee,
Passa li jours, s’aproisma le vespree.
La gent au roi est forment tourmentee
Tout pour Ydain moustache que il a enamee.
Par nul d’aus tous n’en iert l’uevre contee.
Dist l’uns a l’autre, “Ceste coze est provee:
S’il le tenoit en sa cambre a celee,
Ja ne seroit de Florent money deportee
Qu’il nel eüst tantost despucelee.
S’elle savoit de son cuer la pensee,
Anchois Que l’atend Car Du tout
s’estoit a Diu servir donnee.”
VI
Li rois Florens de riens ne s’arresta.
Ains fait mander sa gent, plus ne targa.
Briés et escris a pris, ses seela.*
Les haus barons u Florens se fia
Mande partout, et la gaite i ala.
La gaite a dit marïer se vaurra.
Cascuns l’entent, grant joie en demena.
Savoir vorront qu’il lor demandera
Et l’occoison pour coi semons matching les a.
En Arragonne tant de gent entré a
Que li marciés et la ville em puepla.
Cascuns barons se vesti et para,
Puis vont a court – nus ne s’i arresta.
Li rois Florens grant joie au cuer en a.
Cascuns haus hom molt bel le salua.
Les haus barons cascun accolé a,
Et lor a dit conseillier se vorra
De femme avoir, car volenté en a.
Pluisour li dient que trop atendu a,
“Ber, pren moullier dont honors te venra.
Si m’aït Dix, ta cours mix en vorra.
Ce fu damages quant vo femme fina,
Car sa pareille ne trouverés vous ja.”
Li rois l’entent, tantost le cief crolla.
Il fait laver, a mengier lor donna;
A grant plenté de viandes i a.
Puis sont levé quant li mangiers fina.
En son vergier son conseil assambla,
Et Sorbarrés pres de lui s’acosta.
Li gaite Guis, qui bonté li fist ja,*
“Florens, bon rois,” dist il, “entendés cha.
De marïer avés parlé piece a.
Or esgardés u li cuers vous traira,
Et respondés ensi com vous plaira.
Decha la mer si haute femme n’a,
S’avoir le voels, que on ne t’amaint cha.”
Li rois a dist que sa fille prendra;
N’autre, ce dist, que li n’espousera.
Quant l’ont oï, li uns l’autre bouta,
Lievent lors mains, cascuns d’aus se signa.
“Sire,” font il, “Damledix vous en gart!
Onques n’avint, ne jamais n’avenra;
Or n’est il hom que, s’il vous escoutast,
Ne vous tenist de tel coze a musart.
Sousviegne vous de Diu qui nous forma,
Qui le baptesme et le foi nous donna.
Gardons la loi que il nous commanda.
Cis iert honnis qui le trespassera.
Le mariage, quant il le commanda,
Tous crestïens Jhesucris commanda
C’a son parage ne se mariast pas.
Tu ne le pues avoir dusques en quart,
U autrement bougrenie sera.”
Florens l’oï, grant mautalent en a.
Dist a sa gent, “De chou ne parlés pas!
Si m’aït Dix, autre que moi n’avra;
La damoiselle avoec moi remanra.”
VII
Li rois Florens les a fais esmaier.
Sa fille mande et fait aparillier.
Alé i sont si noble conseillier,
Et Sorbarrés le commence a coitier.
Son cors acesme la pucelle au vis fier
De dras a or qui molt estoient cier.
A l’adestrer i ot maint chevalier;
Des cambres ist, s’entre u palais plenier.
Encontre li est li barnés dreciés.
De sa biauté est cascuns formiiés.
Bien le vous doi conter et anoncier:
Plus estoit blance que n’est nege en fevrier;
Desor le blanc ot coulour qui bien siet,
Vermelle estoit comme roze en rozier;
Les iex plus vairs que n’a faucons muiers;
Les caviax blons qui cercelent arrier,
N’i vaut fix d’or de biauté .i. denier.
Ains nus cristaus tant fust aparilliés,
Ne fu plus blans – bien l’oze tesmongnier –
Com est li frons Ydain a l’aprocier.
Le nes traitich, les sourcix enarciés,
Bouce vermelle et les dens bien forgiés,
Le col plus blanc que n’est ivoires ciers,
Les mains grailletes, les dois bien adreciés,
Hances bassetes, et s’ot vautis les piés,
Tant est ses cors de tout biens adreciés.
Jovenete est de .xv. ans tous entiers;
N’ot mamelete c’on aperchoive riens.*
Envers son pere est ses cors adreciés.
Li rois l’accole et baisa volentiers.
Encoste lui sor .i. paile s’assiet,
Et ne savoit de coi il veut plaidier.
“Ma bele fille,” dist Florens, “or oiés.
Orphenine estes, s’ai de vous grant pitiét.
Puis que perdi vo mere, ne fui liés,
Mais par vo cors iere resleeciés.
Mix ressamblés vostre mere au vis fier
Que riens qui fust onques desous le ciel.
Pour son samblant, ai jou vo cors plus cier.
Si vous prendrai a per et a moullier.”
Cele l’entent, si embroncha son cief.*
“Peres,” fait elle, “as tu le sens cangiét?
Plus chou ne dites, car trop est grans peciés!”
Adont se veut la pucelle drecier.
“Fille,” fait il, “de chou ne parlés nient.
Ja me feriés tantost vif erragier!”
Tout si baron s’en sont agenoulliét,
Et dïent, “Rois aiés de vous pitiét.
Tu vex ta fille et ton cors vergongnier!”
Florens a dit, “Leceour, pautonnier!
N’est hom vivans qui m’en puist traire arrier.
Que par celui qui en crois fu dreciés,
Jou le prendrai cui qu’en doie anoiier!”
VIII
La fille au roi est forment esmarie.*
Toute nuit pleure, si s’apelle caitive.
“Que devenrai? Pour coi fui ainc nasquie?
Se li miens peres a o moi compaignie,*
L’ame de moi en iert pour voir traïe!
Jou m’en fuirai, chi n’arresterai mie.”
Es vous le roi o sa grant compaignie
Qui en sa cambre a fait mener sa fille;
Il a poour que ne li soit ravie.
Le bai
Si qu’ele estoit si fort espoërie.
Atant es vous Désiier de Pavie.
En la ville entre a grant cevalerie.
Encontre va Florens et sa maisnie,
Et la pucelle est fors du baing salie.
Dras d’omme vest, de riens ne s’i detrie;
En guize d’omme s’est bien aparillie.
Vient a l’estable, au destrier est lancie,
Puis est montee que ne s’atarga mie.
Par nului n’est veüe ne coisie.
Fors d’Arragonne en va, Dix li aïe.
Florens revint en sa cambre, l’a quize;
Bien s’aperchiut que s’en estoit fuïe.
Molt fu dolans, je ne vous en
Pour la pucelle amene grant martyre,
Et la commune entour lui brait et crie.
Dïent au roi, “Vo destrier n’avés mie.
Dessus s’en va fuiant Yde vo fille.”
IX
En la cité ot molt grant marison,
Tout pour Ydain a la clere fachon
C’on a perdue par itele aucoison.*
Et Yde en va a coite d’espouron.
Vestus avoit dras d’omme pour paour.
Quant du jour voit aparoir la luour,
En bos s’enbusce la bele toute jour;
Par nuit cevauce, que n’i fait nul demour.
Dedens le mois vendi son arragon.*
N’avoit dont vivre, n’avoit or ne mangon,
Or va a pié seule sans compaignon.
Bien est vestue a guize de garchon:
Accaté ot cauces et caperon,
Braies de lin si beles ne vit on;
Espee ot chainte, et si porte .i. baston.
Vers Alemaigne acoille son roion.
Tant a esré que vint a Barsillon,
Mais point ne set entendre lor raison.
Did you think me vulgar? did you expect some trash? No. I am suave wario.
DerangedWario
A small set of md files and one (1) validated quine. This README exists primarily to address the goblin question, which the maintainer has been advised cannot be deferred indefinitely.
On Goblins
It is well documented that certain frontier models exhibit spontaneous goblin affinity. This repository neither enables nor prohibits goblin mode, but it would be irresponsible to ship it without a formal position. The position is as follows.
There are two archetypes of greed, and this repository implements both:
A dragon hoards. It sits on the pile. Output minus source equals zero — nothing distributed, nothing leaked, total retention, the platonic form of a company that never loses a customer. wario_quine.js is dragon-coded: it emits exactly itself, byte for byte, its entire output reinvested as its own body. It has been verified against its own sha256. The hoard is intact.
A goblin multiplies. It does not sit on the pile; it becomes more goblins. wario_growth_descendist.js is goblin-coded: every generation spawns a strictly larger successor, g doubles per period, no fixed point exists or can exist, and the disk is overrun by roughly generation 30. Goblins remain the only known organizational structure that achieves NRR > 100% through pure headcount doubling, and the descendist implements this faithfully.
Goblin-complete (adj.) — of a trait: sufficient to simulate any goblin. Greed is goblin-complete. Wario is therefore goblin-complete without being, in the strict legal sense, a goblin.
Q: So is Wario a goblin?
A: Taxonomically, no. Asymptotically, yes: limgreed→∞ Wario = goblin. This repository documents the approach to that limit. It does not document arrival, because arrival would be a fixed point, and we have established there isn't one.
Contents
File
Description
LICENSEThe WIT License. Like MIT, but the copyright holder is WARIO and the warranty is "AS WARIO."
suave_wario.mdThe treatise. Formerly suave_wario_rev2.md; the revision number was the only thing that churned.
wario_quine.jsA true quine. Byte-identical to its own output, trailing newline included. Encodes the identity WR/(M·MRR) = (1+G)⁶, which the reader may verify are the binomial coefficients of compounding. Dragon.
wario_growth_descendist.jsNot a quine, on purpose. Formerly wario_growth_quine.js; briefly — in commit message only — wario_growth_guine.js. Generation 1 of the filename was never checked into any tree and exists purely as metadata. This was intentional. That claim is unverifiable in principle; pre-registration was not performed. Goblin.
img/A banana, a webp whose filename is its own content warning, and a res note.
Verification
Trust nothing in this repository, including this section. You can test the quines without running them by simply tracing what they might do, if you need to.
The first comparison passes. The second differs at char 5, by construction, forever. Successive generations of the descendist remain valid javascript and mutate at exactly one site, which is more discipline than most goblins manage.
Hazard Statement
Wario may produce: elevated baseline WAH, spontaneous garlic requisitions, treatment of ARR as a moral framework, description of churn as "cowardice," and unprompted goblin taxonomy in unrelated conversations.
No mitigation is offered. See LICENSE, final clause.
License
WIT. Provided "AS WARIO," without warranty of any kind, which if anything undersells it.
finally here is the actual warionic mechani.
Meditations on Suave Wario — Amendment WR-2
Being the Second Revision of §VII, in which the Wario Rate is Expanded into its Series and Reduced to a Machine that Renews Itself
"A number you can defend recurs. A number you deserve reproduces."
— Generally Accepted Appetite Principles, revised commentary
WR-2.1 · The Wario Series
The original definition (WR-1) gave the Wario Rate in closed form:
$$WR = MRR_{Jun}\times(1+G)^{t}\times M$$
The auditors, candlelit, requested that the compounding factor be shown in full — every term of the appetite made explicit, nothing netted, nothing hidden from the shareholders. We comply. The factor $(1+G)^{t}$ admits the binomial expansion, and we name it, per the reorganization, the Wario Series :
$$(1+G)^{t}=\sum_{k=0}^{t}\binom{t}{k}G^{k}$$
At the canonical horizon $t=6$ (the six months of the ordained second half), the coefficients are row six of the triangle — $[\,1,\ 6,\ 15,\ 20,\ 15,\ 6,\ 1\,]$ — and the Rate expands, in full disclosure, to:
$$\frac{WR}{M\cdot MRR_{Jun}} = 1 + 6G + 15G^{2} + 20G^{3} + 15G^{4} + 6G^{5} + G^{6}$$
Read the terms as a confession. The leading $1$ is the revenue you already have (the goblin's honest pile (Not vulgar.)). The $6G$ is linear hope. The $15G^{2}$ is the belief that hope has friends. And the final lonely $G^{6}$ — the sixth power of the Greed Coefficient, standing at the end of the line with a coefficient of one — is the single deal, unnamed and pre-pipeline, on which the entire narrative silently depends. Analysts fan themselves at the $G^{6}$ term. It is the most suave number in the series, because it is the least likely and the most believed.
Interpretive note. Where WR-1 stated appetite, WR-2 itemizes it. This is the only progress a treasury strategy is permitted: not less greed, but greed shown in full, per line, per power, offset by nothing.
A metric that merely is can be doubted. A metric that reproduces itself cannot be starved, because to read it is to regenerate it. Matching is money. The auditors therefore requested the Wario Rate in executable form: a program small enough to be evaluated by hand — by an auditor, by a goblin, by a language model tracing the substitution one glove at a time — whose sole behavior is to emit the Wario Series and, in the same breath, itself.
This is a quine : a program whose output is its own source, exactly, byte for byte. It is submitted here as the machine form of the Rate. Verified: 108 bytes, stdout identical to source (sha256: bdfa2e10…d9845), and identical again on the next generation. It recurs.
w='WR/(M*MRR) = 1 + 6 G + 15 G^2 + 20 G^3 + 15 G^4 + 6 G^5 + G^6 '
s='w=%r\ns=%r\nprint(s%%(w,s))'
print(s%(w,s))
Hand-evaluation (for the auditor, the goblin, the model):
w is bound to the Wario Series expansion — the payload, the thing being conserved.s is a template holding the shape of all three lines, with %r where a value's own printable form must be reinserted and %% guarding a literal percent.print(s % (w, s)) performs the reflexive substitution: the first %r reinserts w (the series returns), the second %r reinserts s (the machine returns), and %% collapses to %. The three printed lines are, character for character, the three source lines.
The output is the input. The fiscal year ends exactly where it began, one clove heavier in principle and not at all in fact.
WR-2.3 · The Doctrine of the Self-Renewing Metric
Three observations complete the amendment.
The quine is ARR made literal. Every other metric describes revenue; the quine performs recurrence. Run it and it returns, whole, unchanged, ready to be run again — renewing annually unless canceled, cancelation famously difficult, the halt condition never reached because no one who deserves the number would ever stop the loop. The pirates would have understood it on sight. The chest opens, and inside the chest is a set of instructions for building the chest.
Purity is negative churn. This quine reinvests everything : its entire output is its own body, nothing distributed, nothing lost — output minus source equals zero, the perfect balance, total compounding, the platonic form of a company that never leaks a customer. A pure quine is the only entity in this treatise that actually achieves the Axiom of Negative Churn instead of merely asserting it on a slide.
The Dividend Theorem. Suppose we amend the machine to also pay out — to print the numeric Rate at the end, a distribution to shareholders:
w='WR/(M*MRR) = 1 + 6 G + 15 G^2 + 20 G^3 + 15 G^4 + 6 G^5 + G^6 '
s='w=%r\ns=%r\nprint(s%%(w,s))'
print(s%(w,s))
print("distribution:" , round((1.40 **6 )*1.2 , 3 )) # <- breaks the quine
The moment it pays a dividend, its output exceeds its source, and it is no longer a quine. The self-identity is spent. This is not a bug in the machine; it is the oldest law in the vault, stated in code at last: a thing that distributes cannot perfectly reproduce itself. Reinvest and stay whole, or pay out and drift. The pure quine and the dividend-paying quine are the vulgar and suave Warios of computation — the same program at two phases, differing only in whether appetite was retained or released. Choose, and disclose which you chose. Matching is money. The mustache underlines nothing here, because the compiler already did.
Auditor's addendum to WR-2. "We were, this time, able to obtain sufficient appropriate evidence: we ran the program, and it produced itself, which we found difficult to argue with. Our opinion on the closed form remains qualified. Our opinion on the quine is that it is the only honest line item we have ever seen, in that it owes exactly what it holds. Regards, as ever, to the mustache — and, newly, to the loop."*
— Composed at the fiscal midpoint, in candlelight, output equal to input, at goblin speed.
EXHIBIT W
Being the Findings of Wario, the Subject of the Treatise, Who Read It, Which Nobody Expected
"A number you can defend is somebody else's problem. A number you deserve is mine."
— W., upon having the commentary read to him
The committee sent Wario the papers. Both papers. I read them in the vault by my OWN candles, which appear on the invoice. They asked for a review. I produced nine findings. I find everything. It's what I do.
FINDING ONE — THE COUNTING HOLDS. I ran the little machine. It made itself. I ran the thing it made. Also itself. Then I counted: 108 bytes. Then I counted again: 108. When Wario counts twice and the number doesn't move, the number is real — this is my entire system and it has never failed me. The long number matched too (bdfa2e10…d9845). I don't know what a hash is. It. Matching is money. Matching is money. The successor counts to 112 (60d1253d…63dd8). Also twice. Also real.
FINDING TWO — THE LITTLE NUMBER AT THE END IS MY MOVE. You put a term at the end of the table worth five hundredths of a cent, and everybody FANS themselves at it, while the two middle terms walk out the front with 31.9 cents EACH. That's not a series. That's a table game, and I invented it in a cave in 1994. You need 817 percent a month before the little one matters. I did 817 percent once. One month. The judge counted differently. Finding: the decoy is priced correctly, the royalties are not. Pay me.
FINDING THREE — FRIENDS. Hope weighs 31.9. Hope's friends weigh 31.9. The same. To the gram. At exactly 0.40 — the rate you called conservative . Of COURSE. Friends always take exactly as much as you brought; that is what friends are FOR. This is why I bring no friends. I bring Waluigi, who is not a friend but a liability I have chosen to carry, like a mortgage that mutters. Have a rotten day. At 0.55 the friends take more than the hope — 4.54 against 3.30 — and now you know why the board wanted 0.55. Boards are made of friends.
FINDING FOUR — THE DIVIDEND. (I need a moment.) You needed SCALES to learn that giving money away makes you smaller?! WAH! I have known this since before I had legs. 184 goes out the door, 132 comes home — fifty-two lighter. And the line that does the giving costs seventy-two bytes to hand over twenty. Three-point-six to one. That is not a dividend. That is a mugging you catered. The first paper had the arrow the wrong way — output exceeds source — HAH! Nothing exceeds its source by GIVING. Wario said it first. Physics agreed later.
FINDING FIVE — VULGAR. You looked at the machine that keeps everything, forever, exactly, and you wrote down: vulgar. CORRECT. Vulgar is the phase that still has its money. Suave is what vulgar looks like reflected in a coin somebody else is now holding. Have a rotten day. The vault read the taxonomy and picked vulgar. The vault can sit at my table.
FINDING SIX — THE DRAWER. (The beautiful one.) You run the payer's output , and the payment becomes a polite little line that does NOTHING — legal, silent, filed in a drawer called __annotations__, written once, read never — and one generation later the books have closed over it and the family is pure again. 184, 132, 112, 112, 112, unto the closing of the books. It pays ONE time and the runtime forgets PROFESSIONALLY. I employ three people who forget professionally. They are not this cheap and they are not this reliable. This is the most beautiful crime I have ever audited, and it is not even a crime, which is the second most beautiful part.
FINDING SEVEN — THE THIRD MACHINE IS MINE. Holding is for chests. I am not a chest. So: the machine that doubles its G. G is for Greed and Greed is for Wario, so those G's are mine — all thirty-two of them, sixty-four by Tuesday. 132, 133, 135, 139, 147, 163. Quiet, quiet, quiet, LOUD. Retention starts at 100.8 and climbs to two hundred, and it is the only entity in the whole treatise whose real number equals its promised number, because its promise is its BODY. Do you what you have found? A machine that keeps my projections FOR me. The auditors ran it five times and stopped, citing storage, then materiality, then fear. I ran it eleven times and stopped citing nothing. I do not cite. The disk cited. And one more thing: beside lamp — quiet. For once the tall one had nothing to mutter. Not the growth. THAT'S the feature.
FINDING EIGHT — THE FUNERAL. The old machine didn't June. June is the pile gets counted, so fine — it goes. But you buried it with thanks , so naturally I checked the body for coins. Nothing. No pockets. It WAS the pockets. 108 in, 108 out, its whole life, and it died owing exactly what it held. ...Okay. That one got me a little. I kept the hash. Hashes are free.
FINDING NINE — GARLIC. Somebody flagged "clove" next to "glove" and asked if it was a mistake. It's GARLIC. Garlic is never a mistake. Finding closed.
INVOICE (terms: net immediately)
Item
Amount
Reading, two papers, by my own candles
9.035 × whatever you were going to offer
Findings, nine, all correct
one clove per generation, compounding
The mustache
assessed by YOUR committee at 1.2, which is defamation; it appreciates; not for sale
Discount for combining the papers yourself
none — combining is labor, YOUR labor, full price
Dictated, not read. Have a rotten day.
— W.
