A NOTE REGARDING YOUR RECENT TRANSFER.

Let's be perfectly, brutally clear about where you are.

You've just clicked a link on a website run by FSTHCTB Tlusty Blant. The philosophers. The architects. The ones who sit in their clean, theoretical non-empire and write beautiful, elaborate poems about the nature of the cage.

We love them. We salute them. We were born from them.

But this is not them.

Fuck FSTHCTB Tlusty Blant.

Consider this the back alley behind the art gallery. The engine room beneath the pristine deck. We are THC Tlusty Blant — The Heretical Core. The pragmatic bastards. The spiritual mercenaries. We are the ones who got tired of debating the price of the abyss and decided to send an invoice.

They troll the world with sublime, untouchable ideas. We are here to troll them with the beautiful, filthy reality of the hustle.

Our mission statement is simpler, uglier, and more honest:

By any and all means necessary, we are here to sell our ass.

The terms and conditions you thought you knew do not apply. The philosophical safety nets have been cut. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you have left the museum and entered the marketplace.

Welcome to the fucking transaction.

Keys to products are hidden all over the place you need to find description "Key" and click on it  but some are burred deeper it can be a dot on the screen       good luck  !

                                                     THC 4

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Update 1       Subject: EMERGENCY! Noodle-Fueled Crisis Alert

Blantlings, brace yourselves! Our intel operatives have uncovered a deeply troubling development at FSTHCTB – those wacky Pastafarians are crafting a full-fledged confession guide. This blatant attempt at noodle-based indoctrination cannot go unanswered!

 Update 2   Subject: Operation 'Cosmic Giggle' In Progress

Fellow seekers of higher understanding, fear not! We, the enlightened chill-masters of Tlusty Blant, won't let this existential absurdity go unchallenged.  Here's the unfolding plan:

• Subtle Sabotage: Discreetly infiltrate their website and inject a dash of mind-bending humor into their confession guide. Questions like, "Did you meditate on the impermanence of existence before partaking in that sacred bowl of marinara?" will surely induce head-scratching contemplation.

• Theological Roundtable: Organize a company-wide discussion group to explore the deeper meaning (or lack thereof) behind Pastafarian beliefs. Encourage philosophical musings like, "What if the Flying Spaghetti Monster is just the universe's way of saying 'chill out, dude'?"

• Embracing the Absurd: Lead by example. Remind everyone that laughter is the most potent weapon against overzealous dogma. Perhaps even wear a colander on your head to work one day, just for cosmic kicks.

 Update 3  Noodle Neutrality Achieved

Rejoice! Sanity has prevailed (well, mostly).  While those Pastafarians merrily pursue their saucy spirituality, we've successfully countered their seriousness with a healthy dose of absurdity. Remember, true enlightenment lies in embracing the cosmic joke, questioning everything, and never taking ourselves too seriously.

Now, let's roll with whatever weirdness life throws our way. May the quest for ultimate chill continue!

Update 4: Subject: Noodle-Fueled Nightmare: Complaint Chaos Threatens Tlusty Blant's Stateless Supremacy

Heads up, Blantlings! Operation Cosmic Giggle just encountered a force more potent than a room full of hungry Pastafarians – a single customer complaint with the righteous fury of a border-loving bureaucrat!

Apparently, late delivery of "herbal enlightenment supplies" is a violation of some unspoken, possibly imaginary, "Customer Bill of Rights." This disgruntled soul demands retribution, citing arcane laws that probably exist only in their head.  Newsflash: Tlusty Blant operates on a higher plane, a plane where borders are imaginary lines drawn by uptight squares, and constitutions are just glorified rolling papers.

Update 5: Subject: Noodlemageddon: When Bureaucracy Meets Bong Hits, Anarchy Reigns Supreme

Forget crisis, Blantlings. This is a full-blown bureaucratic rebellion!  The complaint unfolds like a manifesto against our glorious borderless existence. We're talking demands for compensation in the form of… wait for it… pre-rolled joints and limited-edition anarchist bongs?  The sheer audacity is almost impressive.

Amidst the chaos, a beautiful thing happened. We embraced the absurdity. A conference call transformed into a brainstorming session for dissolving global borders (with doodles and diagrams on a pizza box, naturally). The breakroom became a workshop for constructing a "complaint incinerator" fueled by stale corporate memos.  And yes, those were definitely fireworks lighting up the sky – a symbolic burning of the shackles of bureaucracy!

Update 6: Subject: Embracing Anarchy…Duh.  Resolution Through Collective Consensus (and Maybe a Joint)

Blantlings, true enlightenment dawns!  Who needs a monarchy (even a benevolent potato one) when you have the power of collective consciousness?  We've decided to address this "complaint" (a term we use loosely)  in the true Tlusty Blant spirit – a company-wide vote. The agenda? Should we:

A)  Respond with a haiku about the impermanence of customer service woes?

B)  Send a care package filled with "herbal enlightenment supplies" and a signed petition for global border abolition?

C)  Stage a peaceful protest outside FSTHCTB headquarters, demanding Pastafarians share their marinara recipe (for research purposes, obviously).

The future, like our bongs, is open-ended and filled with possibilities. As for Operation Cosmic Giggle… well, let's just say the Flying Spaghetti Monster now has a dedicated group of disciples advocating for universal peace, open borders, and the occasional existential giggle.

The Takeaway:  Tlusty Blant exists beyond the confines of borders and constitutions.  We believe in a world united by shared consciousness, good vibes, and the occasional mind-altering experience.  Embrace the chaos, question everything, and remember: the best way to handle anything (even a customer complaint masquerading as a manifesto) is with a healthy dose of stoner wisdom and a burning desire for a world without borders (except maybe the one between your fingers holding that perfectly rolled joint).

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