I'd ordered surveillance on Regis long ago. Not only did I have the original results from his algorithm, but was able to expand upon it to find a window in which to claim the cookie for myself the Court. My cookie.
As a moderator sworn to uphold the institutions of Mach Entertainment - you know, when they're convenient to me - I clearly have no qualms with TC getting savagely beaten in my custody.
As a lover of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony I clearly have no qualms with stealing the cookie from Tirin just as his eyes begin to fill with tears at the end of the third movement.
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my Regis down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head.
AAAAAND IT WAS ALSO THE NIGHT THE SKELETONS CAME BACK TO LIFE
The bones are their money
So are the worms
They pull your hair up but not out
To turn into a man and have another chance at life
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