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"Will I get along with my peers?" Jellyman asked. Cleetus put down the turkey and leaned forward on his cane. 
"That will depend on your tolerance for disjunctive reasoning," he said. "Will you stay true to your concerns, even if they're wrong, and stick by your principles, even when the shittypostirs are right?"

"That depends," Jellyman said. "Will I do what is good for their sake? Or do I think that one side is better than the other? Some people would choose the latter."
"You made the choice to join the shittypostirs," Cleetus said.
"Yes, Lord," Jellyman said. "What makes the decision to join them different from the choice to help the other side? Those people are my friends, and I'm their ally."
"There was much more at stake here than those people," Cleetus said. "
"To risk everything for a fantasy is never a good idea. No, the choice was made for you."

Jellyman said nothing, but that was good enough for Cleetus. The moment Jellyman was here, his fate was sealed. That was a good deal, Cleetus thought. Its better than time travel, or finding out he's dead. He just wanted his son back. 
"I can help you get him back," Cleetus said. "But first you must create a time loop. It's quite simple: just freeze everything in your area for twenty-one years. That's all you have to do. You can come back in the next loop, and everything will be back the way it was. You could die in this loop, but it would kill you twenty-one years in the future. If you die before then you can live on in the loop. If you die twenty-one years into the future, you die. In the end you're supposed to die so you have to make the decision that when you die and when you die twenty-one years from now will be the exact same decision. If the programmer doesn't live long enough, he'll start thinking of new possibilities."