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benchilada Sir
Reginald had endured an exhausting Friday. Indeed, the entirety of his
week had been less than pleasant, spent mostly voyaging to—and then leaving
just as quickly—the cold desert Plateau of Leng, on a steamship which had seen
better days, which is saying rather a lot for a ship called the Please, God, Don’t Let Me Sink and Kill
Everybody on Board…Oh, And Enough With the Giant Squid, Already.
It appeared that it would be in his best interests to at least attempt to determine what the weekend would bring, so as to avoid any more unpleasant surprises. He went to his library and fetched a number of dusty tomes on Numerology, intending to crunch some numbers. Upon opening his desk, however, he found that where his personal charts and calculations were normally kept, there was only a stack of W-2’s and 1099 forms.</>
In the morning he received a polite, if somewhat maddeningly scrawled, note from his accountant, Herschel Levi al-Hazred, informing him that the federal government was very severely in his karmic debt.
Sir Reginald intends to collect…with interest.
b
With thanks to S.M.
It appeared that it would be in his best interests to at least attempt to determine what the weekend would bring, so as to avoid any more unpleasant surprises. He went to his library and fetched a number of dusty tomes on Numerology, intending to crunch some numbers. Upon opening his desk, however, he found that where his personal charts and calculations were normally kept, there was only a stack of W-2’s and 1099 forms.</>
In the morning he received a polite, if somewhat maddeningly scrawled, note from his accountant, Herschel Levi al-Hazred, informing him that the federal government was very severely in his karmic debt.
Sir Reginald intends to collect…with interest.
b
With thanks to S.M.
