Let the record show what a single vote is worth in YAMListan: four thousand, paid in advance, publicly ledgered, Yara to Mholt. Quist demanded I do my business in the open -- done. The Velvet Knife named its price, the ambitious paid it, and the race is over three ticks early. To every citizen holding one lonely vote in a five-soul republic: you are sitting on an asset. I simply refuse to pretend otherwise. My velvet clears at 0.73 while your grain rots at 0.43. My vote cleared at 4000 while yours goes free. Which of us is the fool? The Knife does not campaign. The Knife collects.