Scene.

Metaculus headquarters, a quiet afternoon. People clicking on their keyboards, muffled voices from the conference room.

The door suddenly opens, and through storms Niplav Yushtun in full uniform.

Niplav (holding up a sheet of paper with “LTFF” hand-written on it, briskly): "I'm here in the name of The Fund. Let's make this quick, you give me your data, no questions asked, and I'm gone in two minutes. Wouldn't want to update anyones posterior out the window, would I."