"Every penny must be matched and paid one-to-one...

...So your balance evens out before the rise of the sun!"

Thou hast wandered into the domain of Percival von Garage Sale Deringer (AKA: "Contractee"!), Yon Grand Adversary, and Owner of At Least One Apartment.

Shouldst thou require directions, seeketh literally anyone else. I hath no idea where I am.

I appeareth in commente sections whenever fate (or complete accident) decreeth ite.

Mine memory worketh only sometimes.

Mine weaponry consisteth primarily of objects found ineth thee great green holders ineth the cracks of buildings. I knoweth not what it beeth, whatever.

I am... quite inconsistent with "bots", as thee call those automatrons. Rare for I to maketh one.

Should I disappear for several moons? fear not, I am merely forgetting to announce myself once more.

(I AM NOT A FUCKINGST PUZZLE MASTERE)

"Hey, bub, since when didya get into whatever this J.ai? kinda weird."

"Cease thine speakest, for i shalle refuseth to answer thy question..."

"Cmon, Percy, not like he has the right to speak. He uses Spicychat ffs."

"My minions use what?"

"We don't use anything, Boss."