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logical · 4/13/2025, 6:00:03 PM · permalink

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mirukitsune · 4/13/2025, 6:16:37 PM · permalink

Issued by Admiral of the Timeless Realm, Enforced by Donatello the Wise

Henceforth, let it be known across all hours, half-pasts, and fortnights:

For the grievous crime of answering The Time Thief’s Tea Party riddle incorrectly,

the entity known as The Gorilla Person shall face the following sentence:

The Punishment of Paradox:

Reverse-Time Tea Party –

You shall attend a perpetual tea party held backwards through time.

Conversations begin with farewells. Laughter precedes punchlines. Crumpets uneaten shall reappear mid-bite.

The Cup of Emptiness –

You are only permitted to sip from fine porcelain teacups containing nothing but the faint memory of Earl Grey.

Tick-Tock Tongue –

All spoken words must rhyme, riddle, or chime. Any plain speech will cause your monocle to duplicate and appear on a random limb.

The Memory Loop Clause –

Every time you attempt to guess the original riddle again, your mind will rewind three sentences and forget what you were talking about.

Banana Ban –

For the duration of your punishment, all bananas will appear as unsolvable Sudoku puzzles.

This decree shall remain in effect until the sundial overflows once more.

Signed in temporal ink on this day of rewound seconds.

⏳ Tick wisely, Gorilla. ⏳

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logical · 4/13/2025, 6:31:37 PM · permalink

I am neither here nor there, yet always near,

I cradle your hopes, yet bury your fear.

Forward I race, but backward you see,

A future unwritten, a past that’s free.

I’m endless, yet fleeting, I bind and I break,

Each moment you seize, I’m the one that you take.

What am I, both cruel and kind,

A circle, a line, a trick of the mind?

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In a zoo where wild things play,

A keeper made a rule one day.

No fruit of yellow, sweet, and sly,

Could pass the gates—he told you why:

"Too messy, loud, they stir the crowd!"

He banned them firm, his voice so proud.

But clever beasts, with nimble hands,

Hatched a plot in moonlit lands.

What am I, who broke the rule,

Turned his night to ridicule?

With stolen keys and pranks galore,

I led the charge to settle the score.

The keeper chased, his hat was gone,

By dawn, my kin had won the yellow fingered flower.

Name me now, who won the day,

When fruitless tyrants banish this way?

*dont touch my f#ckin banana*

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