Episode Twenty-Three

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My friends, I must apologise. It has taken long months to escape from the dread dungeon in which I was imprisoned, being forced to tunnel out using nothing but a rusty spoon, and bolstered only by the song in my heart. "A song?", I hear you wonder. Yes, friends, a song. For I knew that I would escape. I had righteousness on my side, a spoon in my hand and a song in my heart. But the joy of my inevitable escape was tempered by the knowledge that I must apologise not just for the delay in returning to the bosom of the internet, but for the lapse that occurred in these pages. I must, of course, apologise to you, the reader, but also to Ndbag, he whose words I seek to interpret, and who can only be disappointed in what was, after all, a lapse in security that allowed the dread, slavering hordes that comprise the minions of ZK to infiltrate the mountain-top château where these words are penned.

Episode Twenty-Two

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A sock, we learn, is only as strong as its weakest thread. When we read this we think immediately of ZK and his plans to... No. It can't be. Surely not even ZK would... It seems to horrible to contemplate. But there it is, staring at us. The enormity of such a devious plan can only...

Tell everyone. Tell them now. He must be stopped. Grab your pitchforks and your torches, and join together. If this is allowed to go on, then we're all--

Episode Twenty-One

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So Ndbag is telling us to beware of goblins bearing gifts. On the face of it, this is surprising; can he really be objecting to Pluto's relegation? It seems unlikely, but the very fact that he brings up the subject forces us to consider the proposition in an objective manner.

Episode Twenty

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Today's lesson from Ndbag is a surprising one. As we examine his words carefully, we realise that the hidden meaning is, on this occasion, that there is no hidden meaning.

He is telling us that the early boogyman gets the lint.

And therein lies the paradox.

Episode Nineteen

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Gentle reader, your chronicler is bemused. Has Ndbag turned to the dark side? Tired of his attempts to confer wisdom upon the slack-jawed yokels who comprise his followers, has he had enough? Have we offended him somehow?

Or is there more to this 'ZK' than meets the eye?

Episode Eighteen

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So the unnamed beastie at last has a name... or does he?

We've already learned that ZK -- let's call him that for now -- tried unsuccessfully to convince us that he had the qualities of a star; now we find that his name is Zerakiel Kwintosz. But it sounds suspiciously like an attempt at subliminally suggesting that he is the long-awaited Kwisatz Haderach. Can it be? Is ZK truly the Shortening of the Way? Much as we'd like to think so, it seems unlikely for several reasons.

Episode Seventeen

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Where does lint come from? Long dismissed an unanswerable question, in recent decades it has come to the fore again as scientists struggle to meet with mankind's burgeoning energy demands. The quest for an answer, though, is not without peril, and we may find that the answer is not to our liking.