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Spilo said:
I eat the yogurt, the TWO licenses disappear
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the yogurt contains potassium benzoate
THREE licenses appear in a poof of even more delicious yogurt which I eat immediately
furthermore, I find an additional LICENSE on the ground, bringing the total amount of LICENSEs to FOUR
"Wow, that is a lot of LICENSEs, says a passing beaver whose hobby is evaluating the amount of LICENSEs
 
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metatherat said:
the yogurt contains potassium benzoate
THREE licenses appear in a poof of even more delicious yogurt which I eat immediately
furthermore, I find an additional LICENSE on the ground, bringing the total amount of LICENSEs to FOUR
"Wow, that is a lot of LICENSEs, says a passing beaver whose hobby is evaluating the amount of LICENSEs
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Too much text...

Snaps fingers, all licenses disappear. Instead, the turn into skunks
 
RhosSalix said:
And yet, here we both are. You claiming the truth I was made to observe. Check your hands, the facsimile you intended to slip me is indeed still yours.
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Nice try on gaslighting me, but I have set the rules of this world that the true win, which I have claimed as legal property, will never leave my hand without my consent.
 
Interesting. You failed to account for onr thing: I'm a tourist. Observation construct Rhos Salix at your service, and unfortunately, my structures obey a universal constant that allows for robbery.
 
RhosSalix said:
Interesting. You failed to account for onr thing: I'm a tourist. Observation construct Rhos Salix at your service, and unfortunately, my structures obey a universal constant that allows for robbery.
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Robs you of your capacity for robbery... and takes my win back to avoid the paradox of what you are trying to enforce..... also installed cupholders on your waist because I could.
 
That is a long and complicated process. Are you sure you want to do that? You have no idea how many layers of existence (oh, it's shaped in layers now, interesting. It was a soup ten minutes ago.) you prevent me from even seeing. Oh, and can you even reach into the higher dimensions you need for the hyperscrews?

Also, you don't have the tools or a relevant anesthetic. I can guarantee this, I have the only copy of the tools, and they're not on this layer. I cannot be so careless with such a difficult to replace tool. The anesthetic? you might be able to source that.
 
RhosSalix said:
That is a long and complicated process. Are you sure you want to do that? You have no idea how many layers of existence (oh, it's shaped in layers now, interesting. It was a soup ten minutes ago.) you prevent me from even seeing. Oh, and can you even reach into the higher dimensions you need for the hyperscrews?

Also, you don't have the tools or a relevant anesthetic. I can guarantee this, I have the only copy of the tools, and they're not on this layer. I cannot be so careless with such a difficult to replace tool. The anesthetic? you might be able to source that.
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.... How do you travel so ill equipped. Clicks my tongue as I show each of the tools rolled out in a tool bag, then snap as they vanish before you can grab or track them to grab later. Seriously, you simply must keep access to your equipment at all times. Traveling through reality and it's many forms is not a light undertaking, even if it is simple to do for guys like us.
 
The particular block of ocular sensors I'm using on this chunk roll.

Sir. Sir- Sir. I haven't left my home bubble. I've been built across planes and continue to expand like a fungus. There are fibers from here to mirrors to realms even you remain unaware of. It is a matter of time until the pocket dimension you probably burgled and squirreled my tools away to contains a digit or an eye of mine.

Also, I ask again: can you even reach into the mathematical higher dimensions you need for undoing hyperscrews?
 
RhosSalix said:
The particular block of ocular sensors I'm using on this chunk roll.

Sir. Sir- Sir. I haven't left my home bubble. I've been built across planes and continue to expand like a fungus. There are fibers from here to mirrors to realms even you remain unaware of. It is a matter of time until the pocket dimension you probably burgled and squirreled my tools away to contains a digit or an eye of mine.

Also, I ask again: can you even reach into the mathematical higher dimensions you need for undoing hyperscrews?
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I mean, yeah. Was kinda how I messed up my home universe. Also, this level of incursion is against Quantum, Temporal, and multiversal Law. Further tampering of the weave of space-time will result in lethal action.
 
"Tampering." I could not "tamper" with the Whole of Existence if I wanted to. It changes too much on its own. Even now it has turned from the layers I describe earlier to something vaguely cuboid. No. I exist along its edges. I grow roots like the one you speak to, odd, hyperbiomechanical roots that exist merely to observe.

Say, can you bring me the "lawmakers" arrogant enough to believe they can enforce a "multiversal" law? I would like to show them the scale of even the single universe they are forced to inhabit at one time, the impossiblity of managing an empire on even a galactic level, forget the incomprehensible nature of an expanse that spreads entire different laws of physics, probability, and time. Oh, and I'd like my tools back before I'm forced to grow into your pocket dimension to reclaim the only set in the whole of Existence.
 
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