This isn’t just a rhyme, it’s a riddle of sorts. What is the power that Tom is talking about? Is… is he talking about the electricity that powers our world? Just five more pages to the answer!

I was composing these rhymes while work was getting strange–giving me nothing to do for a few days–and my roommate and I were enjoying a detente, so I had both the time to burn and the self-esteem to do my best.

Okay, maybe I underestimated the genuine death wish of the Cultist community if they’re all this pumped about being Tom’s volunteer. Or maybe they’re just gullible, vulnerable to charisma, and disinclined to think too much about their actions! Both theories have weight.