He was on the loo for three centuries. He lost track of time; you know how it is. He was thinking about Sudoku. Not a particular puzzle, just Sudoku in general.
"What is the ultimate existential goal in fitting all those numbers into a 9x9 grid?" he said.
He flushed.
"What is the ultimate existential goal in fitting all those numbers into a 9x9 grid?" he said.
He flushed.
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