Another sound made itself heard: his door, opening.

“Guess I will never know.”

“jeez! what a messy house! it takes only a really exccentric to live in such conditions! hoho, to not say CRAZY. max, can you please turn on the lights?”

Methodically resimulating his fachade - like he had done millions of times already - Mr. Rato sloly pronounced, the words of cyclicality:

“Welcome, travelers.”

The Loop was done.

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