It wasn’t long before Clippy stopped again, announcing, “Here we are.” Standing in front of a nondescript office building, Clippy lowered her tone. “When we go in there, I’ll create a distraction, you grab the nearest hardware wallet, and we’ll leg it. You can run, right?”
I wasn’t sure whether my look of horror or her own joke made Clippy erupt with a deep belly laugh. “Relax, I’m kidding. This isn’t some weird catch-22 where you need clams to store clams.