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VXT / ABOUT

Yessir! the Lord Shniff!

Good, good . . .

"See how much better it sounds when you use the definite article? When you use the 'the'. How satisfying to be definite about things, is it not?"

"Yessir!"

"ENOUGH!"

"Yessir! the Lord—"

"ENOUGH! ENOUGH ! # # # . . . vxt . . . # . . . come to me . . . # . . . shnfy shnf . . ."

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Some say Soran Shniff kinda lost it (found it?) following his father's "pretty strange" passing, spending a month post his ascension sprawled [ ON ] the couch [ IN ] his office, kinda dribbling, now and then flicking virtual business cards – I [ AM ] THE LORD. I AM THE CEO. – I am consuming virtual rods, physical cubes. And he was watching, rewatching . . . that famous interview with his father.

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". . . results of your tests? Some say that the artefact was solved some time ago. That it is indeed of alien origin, despite your comments to the contrary. Indeed, that it was the artefact and its otherworldly secrets which created the SHNIFF format—"

"WE'RE DONE HERE! ENOUGH! It was I who invented the SHNIFF! It was I who directed Unit 47A towards the . . . I mean . . . Are you free for dinner btw? I do so admire that brooch . . ."

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. having always been a little odd tbh, even before he became a Lord, even as a little lord. Fascinated with rods, cubes. His mother's brooch, which he would finger. Lick, occasionally . . . Odd!

A little odd, aye, and quite the idiot, tbh. But something changed . . . # # # # # # # # # # # # and he became . . . . . . considerably odd and, basically, a genius.

[ HAHAHA ] [ ! ! ]

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. explosive growth! Always at least one visit to his office bathroom during meetings, locked with an impossible code, which required dexterous fingering. Explosive turd, they would joke, with the smile he would carry on return. Plus great insight. Not a speck of powder. Plus, if one paid attention to his ring, which no one ever did, even him, since it was invisible, light, a glow, blue-white, which would spread, surround, and no one was joking about turds anymore. Everyone was glassed in the eye, chanting [ AND ] . . . chanting:

"[ AND ] . . . # . . . [ AND ] . . . . . . [ AND ] [ ETC ] [ + ] [ + ] . . . . . . so to speak . . ."

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Also:

"This is a free##-flowing construct . . . yum . . ."

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