Szolt is no longer able to obtain sustenance through the normal means, having turned to yawnphagia several years ago. Using the audio-visual aetheric receiver mounted in his belly he broadcasts recordings he’s made of all the most dull things he can find across the aetherwaves in order to induce yawns, which he hungrily slurps through his yawn pipe and gobbles down. He can often be found lurking around the lecture halls of university economics departments.
This is actually not connected to Tuesday’s post at all. This was inspired by another conversation I had, completely by coincidence.