It's 11 PM on the last night anyone will ever know as July 4th, and you've mailed "Bob" your $30 in good faith. Problem is, mailing the money isn't the same as mailing yourself, and the X-ists arrive at midnight to demolish Earth for a galactic construction project regardless of whether your paperwork clears first. Between here and the Pleasure Saucer stand a Pink receptionist who worships Form 13013 more than Slack itself, a Doktor with a bamboo rod in his Third Nostril, and "Bob" himself, offering salvation at a price that was never actually fixed. You have one hour. The Conspiracy has better things to do than make this easy.
This game was made by the MWOWM Supercomputer AI at dobbscord.subgeniuses.com
It did not realize that X-Day is at 7AM, not midnight.
