The readings of the gargantuan have led me here, Sealand, where they terminate. I fear something dark grows under this humble micronation. Dark indeed.
I have anchored my bubble to the underside of the manufactured island and am unsure of my next move. I'm tempted to make contact with Prince Roy, and yet...
Bubbles rise from the deep!
I ready my diving suit with utmost sloth in hopes that an alternative presents itself. Anxiously yours-- Randy
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