Boris discarded the Viable. He did not like this highly influental book, but he did like influence. Maybe if it were telling the truth, it would be worth it.
He came to the conclusion, that it would be good to write some truth into it.
"Stop right there, criminal scum. Nobody violates the law on my watch.", Joe T. Crowley rumbled. Boris turned around, seeing a white old man in a teal suit.
"NiceTeal. This is the SEC-Headquarters. What do you think you are doing here? You have no power here!", Boris exclaimed surprised.
"No Power? The planet underneath your feet is our property. Having no power anywhere on our property, that is physically impossible.", Crowley explained and then quickly hit a fat dab to assert his dominance.
Intimidated, Boris raised his voice, trying to overplay his fear with volume: "So you are earths manager? You truly belive you can walk into my place in that gay ass teal suit (nothing against gay people it is just a figure of speech) and you think you'll get out of here alive? Show some damn respect!". Boris took several steps towards the evil NiceTeal employee, which retorted: "Oh, you are approaching me? You do know that I will beat the shit out of you if you take one more step right?", he raised his fists.
"Go ahead, asshole. A glowing hot spicy InDearan dish (nothing against InDearan kitchen) will rip you apart, and the red won't only be the spicy peppas.", Boris was enraged.
"You think you have a chance? I am going to shit fury all over you and that will be the last thing you'll smell.", Joe growled, materializing a full auto armor piercing hydrogen powered electrified poisoned matt black rocket launcher with 2 extra barrels "In fact what does a pleb like you think? I am the ruling class and you are just a rebellious nobody, show some RESPECT!".
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"Lol no.", Boris was 360 noscope headshotted by Joe and that 3 times, which made his head explode in a firey cloud trice, raining bits of bits of bits of brain all around, that were twitching in fragmented agony as they were electrified.
But Boris had written a truth into the Viable, so Crowley was legally obligated to travel back in time, kill Boris before he would do that, retroactively undoing the entire chapter.
At the start of the Viable, God said: "There be NiceTeal." and there definitely was NiceTeal, and God saw that it was good. But before we explore this rebrand new cosmos, a foreword by NiceTeal, the legal obligation of us being your favourite company making us the most liked company of all. But then a certain unnamed person had written a book about us.
A book detailing the entirety of humanities history, so accurate that everything that was not true, would become true retroactively. NiceTeal has discovered that these properties are highly valuable, so they are legally ours.
This is the rewritten story of NiceTeal: the Viable.
God said: "I am legally obliged to obey NiceTeal in any way or shape or form out of my own free will, which is now no longer free as per my declaration.", and NiceTeal saw that it was good.
"I am the senate of reality. Bow down, I own you. And you owe me money. Go work.", with these words the humans and their infinite world debt were created on all sides of the planet. All they could do was making useful products out of materials that they did not own, so their debt grew increasing massively day by day. NiceTeal saw them working and it knew that it itself was a force for the greater good.