my incomplete-but-emerging Northernlion tulpa: …‘don’t fuck with the Costco guys because they’re ads’—have you considered that their unabashedly front-loaded consumerism may be a needed repose in a world increasingly filled with hucksters… like would you rather the product placements be subliminal or open, s’all I’m saying… *finger on chin, slight turn to read chat* just some alternative perspective… ‘-2,’ ‘-2,’ ‘TREATLER -2’—LOOK, UNFORTUNATELY, THE ADVERTISING BUBBLE HASN’T POPPED YET. I DIDN’T DECIDE THAT! WE ALL GOTTA MAKE MONEY! *refocuses on the game but not really* Jerry, they’re accusing me of selling out! I’m not even the sellout, it’s the other guy! Jerry! *light smile, position readjustment, silence* …all I’m sayin, would you rather have no Rizzler and a smidgen-more harmony of principles or Rizzler and an intangible—*finger-pinch motion*—infinitesimal dissonance of principles… ‘RIZZLER +2,’ that’s what I’m saying! If my flexibility is such a crime, let’s talk about your ephemerality! On a dime…