The rules are simple. Distill the monstrously distended and bloated exhibit I present into its original, hopefully more graceful, state. First one to post it wins.

The unique, complex, perhaps even anomalous (as one might describe, in a moment of quiet reflection, the singular characteristics of a lone snowflake amidst a flurry of its brethren) construct grown organically from the building blocks of star-stuff that serves as a repository for the emergent property referred to commonly as your consciousness, believing itself to be existing here and now, may, at any current or future moment of its preference, if it wishes to exercise its free will or is otherwise directed by an authoritative source, acknowledge the cessation of a previously determined contract with a hospitality-oriented third party by providing notice of its intent to vacate its currently occupied premises; unfortunately, perhaps against said consciousness's wishes (whether expressed openly or assumed to be part of the contract), external authorities or the dictates of situational factors have decreed that actually departing the current locus in the space-time continuum, while desired and perhaps even beneficial, is in no uncertain terms prohibited, and will remain so for an indefinite period of time to end not earlier than the heat-death of the Universe.

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