“Ice your towers then — a free duck never stands a chance.”

“At was divided, such screens aren’t the wharf, done!” “Offer level! Offer level!”

We keyed the storage; scrolled, savagely trying to find a joiner. Nothing. It kept shooting, getting faster… We should have known it was counterfeit.

“Abide when stove!?” “Always the accent nary a cloud?”

We braced for the onslaught.

Sometimes the glitch life {[(+)]} is unbearable — overall it’s advantageous and profitable (the indefinite extensions, the guaranteed material suspensions) but when a receptor set gets tricked and a customary fold dive turns out to be a sham crevice, it’s a full panicking jargon plunge — a chawmped syntactical purgatory.

All you can do is hum-poise the boundless white rabbit migraine.

But the yottagibberish overload eventually cools, losing engrossment without asylum...

Now at a thirtieth the speed: “Abut ccccolonel egg.” “Kkkkernal ppppatch?”

“Sniffffff jug maskkkkk please…”

The supramuffin fans come on and cakewalk is in site.

All in all, it seems better to have to glitch-stitch in a pleat than de-icon-plonk in a blot.

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