“The revolt from the inside didn’t work. I played your games, bought your albums and wore your fucking t-shirts. The only solution to a circleis a straight line, a straight beeline out, over, beyond! The Mother HiveBrain syndicate must be the line, beeline! and hit them where it counts.I…triangle!” the boy exclaimed, leaning back, his eyes bugging out.“Triangle!”
“Beep! A beep it goes!” He looked around suspiciously as he linkedthree paper clips together in a triangle, dipped it in nearby imitationmaple syrup, and stuck it to his forehead regally, as if it were a crown.“This is where… This is how I contact them. Jam the signal! Ha…”Banging on the table with his fist, he continued, “Their transmitter device, which transmits its insipid reality to the masses, receiving messages from the hidden brain of the system, must be removed. DevonLenny’s must be destroyed!”
