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March 4, 2013
“NEXT trickster?”

“This is Unguent Peltinnian, of Broken.”

“Specifically, sirrah?”

“Here, his agency; here, his modus.”

“What says our special thinker-man?”

“...According to Tortalson, fits he... here.”

“Ah, whyo!”

“Tortalson derived—”

“Never, no. It's rhetorical. All right. Add him to our recruits. He’s the last.”

“Agreed.”

“Build me a Peltinnian. And haul Tortalson.”

“We tagged Tortalson for antenight.”

“Haul him early, then. Haul him now.”

“Pleasantly.”

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

“This bit. What 'gambols here as glad appendo'?”

“Unguent Peltinnian; Mappy; Genie.”

“This... much?”

“Go back. Tree it. Yes: America, 1,221 BRE.”

“Peltinnian?”

“Evidently. See? Ha! His twin.”

“'John Snyder. Sensitive.'”