"Owen!" mirthfully suggests a more generalized notion, which seems to pay off. By demanding to be a future jester, the story has taken you to a reasonably random point in the story somewhere in the future, but not terribly far ahead. This looks like you may have skipped ahead by several hundred pages? And god knows how many hours ahead.

Many things have happened since, of which you have no recollection. But let the record show - you have successfully become a future Jester.

Casual perusal of your environs suggests many a development. There's a HAWK TUAH bust, which is a very dangerous artifact. You look away quickly and try to suppress your laughter by thinking grim thoughts, such as visuals of dead kittens, or a world where Bard Quest never updates again. An anguished chuckle is released, but you appear to win the battle against what is in all honesty the funniest meme you've ever seen. You have no idea what they've been cooking in the 2020's but you give your compliments to the chef! You make a mental note to detonate the bust with high explosives later.

There are some parts of CYBERFLOTHERS strewn about. Could these be the humble origins of the first model? And that fetus in a jar, its labeled DAUNCHYCLONE. Ah, you see, probably the first gen clone, before he became an ash mannequin. It's all making sense now... no it isn't actually, it's still quite stupid, but the stupidity is beginning to congeal nicely you think.

The little fellow over there introduces himself as HELLA JESTER. You ignore him and write him down on the mirthless list. You just don't like him. There's a little guy named TOGORE over there. You're moderately optimistic about Togore.

Is that the fucking CHIRP CRICKET on your desk? Or whatever it was called. You don't think it was a chirp cricket, but you have no memory of acquiring it, so you never got reminded of its true name. Chirp cricket is fine though, crickets do chirp after all. It also seems so many of the Rhapsodist's commands have piled up, at some point you decided to organize them all by building a fort out of them. Sounds like something you would do - and it turns out, it was something you did. It's a thing of beauty.

Finally... is that... RHAPSODIST FANART on the wall?? Of a romantic sort??? Oh no. Don't tell you. You're not... DOWN BAD for the Rhapsodist now, are you? This is the last fucking thing you need.

You need to change the subject, FAST.

Wait, where's SPAMGORG? Or your CAN HOARD for that matter? There's no way you would part with it so easily. Hmm, you have a hunch...