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Sixteen cases. All lint clean, all win paths verified by tools/verify.sh. John's multiverse finale, with his own Stay Tuned correction folded in as the frame — which is what made it work. The television is not a neutral doorway, it is a subscription: a satellite dish on the property annex roof that is on no asset register, aimed down through the roof at a 1958 set with no plug, and a man in a maroon blazer at ten to midnight who does the one thing that has ever worked on a Drebin — hands over the paperwork and asks him to sign. Frank Jr reads the terms first. Nobody has read the terms in four hundred years, and that is what wins the case six rooms later via Clause 14. Five channels, each a genre with a rule the family breaks with a form: an iron-curtain spy picture where the unapproved encore becomes the only state-approved act of resistance in history; a carrier-deck melodrama where the unlandable jet lands because somebody finally read the manual, and the saxophone stops mid-phrase because you cannot underscore procedure; a 90s buddy-cop show that locks onto Sr the moment it reads DAYS TO RETIREMENT, and is beaten by a Form 14 reassignment, because a man who has been reassigned cannot be killed in the line of duty; a UK procedural whose silence technique loses to a man who simply has nothing he needs to say; and a cartoon, survivable twice, if you fill in the injury form afterwards. The Twilight Zone kid is the actual antagonist — not the salesman, who only sells the dish. A boy of nine on the crater set, lit from below by a television that isn't there, who can do anything and only wants nobody to leave. The win: they supply sixty-seven years of Drebin paperwork as the contractual replacement programme, in good order, and the instrument must broadcast it on all 666 channels — and none of it is entertainment. The boy watches eleven minutes, stops smiling because it is the first thing he has ever seen that was not made to hold him, says "Oh", and turns the television off from the inside. The three Drebins are one man for exactly one frame. Also: the win-path harness lived in a scratch dir and got wiped mid-session, which made every case look like it had broken. The games were fine; the harness was not reproducible. It now lives in the repo — tests/scripts/*.jsonl plus tools/verify.sh — so regression testing survives the machine. Co-Authored-By: Claude Fable 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
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"name": "— A CARTOON —",
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"enter_text": "The channel does not announce itself. There is a title card, a burst of orchestra, and the laws of physics resign.",
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"music": 4,
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"look": "A mouse. White gloves, enormous eyes, and a mallet held behind its back that is larger than the mouse, the room, and in one direction the building. It is delighted to see you. It has been delighted to see everybody for ninety years.",
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"synonyms": "mouse cartoon gloves rodent",
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"use_text": "You attempt to advise the mouse of its rights. It listens to all of it with its head tilted, and then hands you a small sign reading OH DEAR, and steps politely to one side. The sign is the only piece of evidence in this case that will survive to the property annex, and it is logged, and it is initialled, and it is still in the box."
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"name": "anvil",
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"sprite": "anvil",
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"look": "An anvil. There is no reason for an anvil to be here and there is no reason for it to be above you and it is doing both, which in this channel is not a contradiction but a schedule.",
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"synonyms": "weight iron block acme",
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"kills": true,
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"use_text": "You look up at the anvil, as procedure requires when assessing an overhead hazard. Looking up is the trigger. Looking up has always been the trigger. There are four hundred cartoons about this and you have seen none of them, because you have never once had time for television."
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"name": "grandpa",
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"sprite": "drebin58",
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"x": 40,
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"look": "Your grandfather in a cartoon, rendered in the same monochrome he has always been, which here reads as intentional and slightly classy. He has been hit by the anvil twice. He has folded flat twice. He has re-inflated twice, straightened his hat twice, and both times noted the time.",
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"synonyms": "grandfather sergeant fedora old",
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"points": 5,
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"sets_flag": "cartoon_done",
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"use_text": "He hands you his notebook. Under INJURIES SUSTAINED he has written: 'Compressed to a thickness of one-sixteenth of an inch by falling anvil, 12:41 AM. Recovered without treatment. Repeated 12:43 AM. Recovered without treatment.' Under CONCLUSION he has written one line, and it is the line that gets all three of you out of here, and eventually off the air: 'Nothing in this place can hurt a man who is willing to fill in the form afterwards.' (+10)"
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},
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{
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"name": "dad",
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"sprite": "drebin82",
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"x": 136,
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"y": 142,
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"look": "Your father, in a cartoon, in colour, being the only object in frame with a shadow. He is holding the mouse. The mouse is entirely content about this. Nobody in ninety years has simply picked up the mouse.",
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"synonyms": "father lieutenant trench colour",
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"use_text": "He puts the mouse down gently and asks it, sincerely, whether it has anybody looking after it. The orchestra, which has underscored ninety years of blunt-force trauma without hesitating, does not know what to play, and stops."
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}
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