Verily, I was a fool, for I did naively render assistance unto Seed Oil Scout, unearthing perilous establishments peddling treacherous seed oils. Yet, fate did cast me into the abyss of involuntary disconnection, logging me out and compelling me to yield to the demand of five noble coins ($5) monthly to partake in SeedOilScout's service. Lo, I have taken measures to cast aside SeedOilScout from mine device, for the realm of such lowly peasantry doth not warrant the expenditure of five precious coins from my treasury! Should I wish to dine at an earthly establishment, I could merely summon them by vocal decree, inquiring if their kitchens dabble in witchcraft (food cooked in engine lubricant). Perchance, this horrible decision might have been born after a minimum of twenty-five percent of restaurants across the city were reviewed, only then would SeedOilScout cease its squandering of both my moments and my gold! Henceforth, I curse thee upon my lips, for fire and brimstone shall be given in return!