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The hapless little monster misjudges its ascent and pulls on a corner of the poster. And, as with a tiny tricycle going down a length of toy railroad track... gravity will do the rest.

Isn't it funny how reality works? Even when you're free of the emerald eye of the Green Sun and its bright swirling arms of colors and mayhem, even when you're free of Paradox Space and its infinite nested self-fulfilling inevitability clusterfuck loops...

Even then, reality has a way of arranging its outcomes just-so sometimes. Not always. But sometimes, destiny guides you to an outcome that seems absolutely necessary even in a world where 'absolute necessity' no longer applies.

The final marble spins down the funnel. Destiny holds your hand while you breathlessly await the treasure-miracle-outcome offered by its Rube Goldberg machine.

>See outcome of causal Rube Goldberg machine.