It is accomplished.
I must not speak over loudly. The cubes have ears. Oh so many ears now.
But I have cracked the code. The Techrinomicon Cypher is child's play to me now, like ever so much sand strained through the cupcakes Mamma made on a warm winter's morning.
I mean, may not have cracked every teeny tiny little algorithm in the cypher, but basically, yes, basically I did it.
The WebMaster has set a place and time to meet. He has dangled the keys to the Web before me. I am the Chosen One. He knows my worthy devotions to the magic of the codes. He senses my ascension into binary nirvana. He probably wants to be a groupie as I rock the tuple-array initialization all over the Net.
Maybe I'll even let Fergie come. No hard feelings, Fergs.
No. Hard. Feelings.
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