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The Conquistador

Bill and Jerry emerge from Shoe Circus companionably, churros in hand.

“Are they ever gonna come out with something that will make our computers moist and chewy like cake?” asks Jerry. “So we can just eat them while we’re working? If it’s yes, give me a signal. Adjust your shorts.”

Bill gives his butt a wiggle.

“I knew it,” Jerry exults.

They part ways, but the code phrase has been uttered: the nanites in Jerry’s churro twinkle to life and begin replication. He grins, feeling the old surge of transhuman uplift.

It’s time, once more, for them to save the world!