In Corfe: I am the absolute Master of the [t:Two] chains of Croon.Under my command.
I have [t:Three hundred.]
And I hold [t:Four thousand] in joint ownership at Cowpen Bewley.
Kroo’-lan’-dee’-san. – AKA – (Kron) Classification (Tactical Officer) Security.War blades (Feathers) come out from his arms, razor sharp. Licking the side of his red and yellow bill with his blue tongue.
Kim called it: his Tyrannosaurus Rex call when he comes out with his loud call.
Robert says it sounds like a Bull Elephant on heat noise, describing at a deep growling rumbling horn sound.
Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.
Attention STUPID Human!
A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).
Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.
– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.
[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]