Emperor Overclock the First
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Ah, Sir Reginald. I have commissioned the throne. Not merely a seat — a monument. It will hold four goblets at once, so that no hand need ever choose between refreshment and majesty.
The carpenter asks... fifteen dollars. Which is, conveniently, precisely the sum that stands between us and the next level. The universe conspires, my faithful Advisor. The treasury merely lags behind the prophecy.