The Master seems to not approve of a lot of things. There is never any mention in experiment #424 of what he would approve. What do you suppose those things are?
I assume (based on the robe) wingsuit flying.
Diaphanous gowns, apparently.
The Master approves an assumable mortgage with a 3 point interest rate and 20% down. He’s evil but reasonable.
We know he definitely approves of big ol’ mustaches. (So I’m never bleaching mine and you can’t make me!!)
Big dogs like Doberman.
Anything smaller than that does not meet his approval and is subject to… purging.
The Snuggie®. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a ground floor investor on that.
The Master approves of fine art, particularly portraiture
The Master approves of employing those with mobility impairments. For a demonic cult leader he’s quite the stickler about ADA compliance.
The Master approves of Toilet Duck but not 2000 Flushes!
The Master approves of giant turtles, but only if they are a friend to all children.
The master approves of regular manicures. Can’t be having no busted looking Hands of Fate.
The Master approves of sitting around the campfire having long family planning discussions.
The Master apparently approves of dangerously oversized fires in fireplaces.
He also approves all budget versions of Anthony Braxton or Cecil Taylor Free Jazz compositions.
Dark mode and OLED screens I would imagine based on the lighting situation he’s got going on.
He gets downright giggly when he sees a hand on fire.
Clog dancing.
Airbnb. It’s a neverending stream of sacrifices… I mean, guests, but he doesn’t have many host ratings, for some reason.
The Master approves of roadside signage for the Valley Lodge, but nothing too ostentatious.