"If you agree that puppets can live fulfilling lives, then your stay in Gogobiri will be pleasant, for a man of your intelligence and... tastes..."
It wasn't a bribe. But I had heard tales of shoddy treatment, bathrooms without flushing ability at the most inopportune time, these sorts of things. So, I acquiesced. Sold my soul to compromise, if only that I would get to document and witness what none other had ever seen, but so often heard of in the deepest recesses of the psyche, the King of the Kings of Gogobiri, a man we call Jah-E-Gah-Brill, the Brill.
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