You know, if you take the first 76 people who ask favors & questions and feed them to the alligators, everybody else leaves you alone. That’s what alligators are for.
Duuhhhh.
And who’s going to fee them to the alligators? You? It gets old quick. After the alligators get full, who’s gonna change them out for hungry ones? You? Who’s gonna clean up the alligator pond? You?
That’s why you need Secret Police. They take care of all that for you.
Obviously the robots programmed to on a killing spree in the populace (a) if I ever die of unnantural causes or (b) if I die of natural causes (to keep the hero types busy while the sun-killer arms, or (c) when I say so.
I submit that His Unutterableness intends that the remaining guys at the 'gator fest, the ones who didn’t get fed to them will take care of the reptiles. Remember Voltaire, to encourage the others.
That, of course, is Plan B.
And I’m coming up with my own Plan B right now…Otto, start the hovercraft.
He’s been banned, silly flytrap.
Voltaire also said, “Never anticipate your Boss.”