one dropped :/ (wh—
ah-ha! got part of it. it was a square root one. in the research wing dedicated to finding the square root of traffick boss (which makes sense only to those obsessed with doing so, who generally were involved in some kind of mind control of mathematicians or such), small pieces and copies of traffick boss are sent down a conveyor belt and doled to various labs and research teams to support and supply their separate efforts traffick boss’s parts and copies go “oop!” and “whoops!” and silly such interjections as he is sliced and shuffled by distribution machinery. for some of the labs he may be sorted and filtered, too, but mostly researchers are stuck with whatever shred of him comes their way a tour is ongoing to try to demonstrate to other workers the fruits and progress of the research. >
