Our investigators this morning entered CSAM headquarters, expecting the familiar air of well-informed bias and badly-informed impartiality (thanks, Gabriel)...what greeted their horror-struck faces, though, was not unlike an unused broom closet in an arachnid research facility.
Cobwebs spread from the floor to the ceiling in well-contructed...webs.
Mr. Bertilson offered his usually enlightening comments on the matter.
"Look, CSAM is just over two years old. You can't expect the poor ametures that run that run-down excuse for electronic reporting to keep running it as if it were easy. There are limits to the length a blog can last, and, who knows...CSAM's days may be numbered."
A patent troubled look on all our faces, we left Mr. Bertilson's residence (if it could be so called), and resumed our walk to work.
!Noah!
1 comment:
I'm so sorry. Please don't forget about all those hidden closets anymore. I promise the sun is out there and spiders don't build cobwebs in the sky.
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