We saw the vinyl. We bought the domain. Then we invoiced.

The bit

A Restaurant Meals Program sticker in a drive-thru window is funnier than most American novels. The program is real, narrow, and administered by states. The rumor is national, loud, and administered by cousins. We occupy the gap and sell cotton into it. We also filed a petition to make the rumor into a statute, which is both funny and, inconveniently, the First Amendment.

Dinner still will not swipe here. The hoodie will, with a regular card, via Stripe, to a US address, in 7–14 days. Names and emails on the petition are ceremonial. We keep the count. You send the letter.

The rooms

Headset, terminal, myth map with civic petitions, statute menu, receipt press, Fourth Club, fake locator, eligibility quiz, field notes, lawyers door. Play them. File Texas. Then buy something. Capitalism is the punchline we can ship.