Frank got angry when I handed him thirty dollars for a privacy chip. He started to rant about ‘fiat’ and that he needed actual clams before he could chip me. What the hell? Cyberspace is weird. Now I gotta get my hands on clams, like from the sea. There are a couple of ways I could do it, sell some merchandise or land a sponsorship deal. Use the comments to lend a hand; how should I earn some clams?

A photograph of a vending machine for molluscs framed like a Stanley Kubrick film.


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