𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯

“Hello, Timothy. It is me, again. You can not hide from me Timothy, and it is so cold. It is freezing out here! Timothy,
you need to pay your dues to the Private Business Club. It’s been three months since your embarrassing episode,
and you haven’t submitted a formal resignation. I am
here to collect that debt, God dammit, Timothy! Open
up. It’s so cold. Hello, Timothy? You can not hide
from me Timothy, and it is so cold. It is freezing out
here! Timothy, you need to pay your dues to the
Private Business Club. It’s been three months since
your embarrassing episode, and you haven’t
submitted a formal resignation. I am here to collect
that debt, God dammit, Timothy! Open up. It’s so
cold. Hello, Timothy? The Private Business Club is
starting to get impatient from your absence and
rumors are beginning to surface that you are too
cheap to pay your dues. Hello, Timothy?”

My Uncle grabbed his shovel and almost tore the
door into splinters as he thrust the head of it into the
little electronic man that had come to collect his paltry
dues for the awful Private Business Club which he no
longer wished to attend. The little mechanical man
went flying off into the freezing tundra, its head at
least – as my Uncle pummeled its pitiful humanoid
frame down into un-fanned sparkling rubble.