the lights flicker as judge borrello and prosecutor mccolgan sit huddled around the outdated audio equipment in the dim office. theyve just spent hours listening to fart sounds, convinced they've decoded an intricate system of communicationfart morse code. the desk is cluttered with notepads, charts, and erratic scribbles that seem more like the work of conspiracy theorists than seasoned legal professionals. borrellos eyes glint with excitement as he reaches for the speakerphone. the call connects to michigan governor gretchen whitmers office. borrello: (grinning manically, hitting the speaker button) > "governor whitmer, i hope you're sitting down. weve stumbled onto something huge. ai goddess isnt just some random target anymoreshes sending coded messages. fart morse code, to be precise." whitmer: (a pause, then a hesitant voice) > "'fart morse code'? iuhi dont follow. are you saying shes... communicating through farts?" mccolgan: (leaning in toward the phone) > "thats right, governor. these arent just any farts. theyre deliberate, organized. some long, some short. theyre hiding messages, even commands. weve been analyzing them for hours."
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