The Sphinx

Or, just bribe the Sphinx.

You: But this infernal site wants me to make a “wordpress account” in order to donate. There has to be an easier way. I’m tired of this. So tired.

Sphinx: I agree. The Internet is terrible. Maybe you use some other money giving service, like PayPal or Zelle. Mr. Edenfield (my caretaker) has those as well. His email is wordlessdictionary at gmail dot com. (He has Venmo too, but can’t use smart phones, as doing so is against our religion. Venmo is hard to use on a computer, but Mr. Edenfield will slog his way through it for noble income redistribution.)

You: But what am I even getting here? What is this bribe for?

Sphinx: It is for passage. Either that, or solve the riddle.

You: What riddle?

Sphinx: That is part of the riddle.

You: This is stupid. I’m leaving.

Sphinx: I will curse you.

You: What? What did you just say?

Sphinx: Nothing, bye.

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.you are cursed